Post by severus on Jul 15, 2011 3:53:55 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
FIRST MIDDLE LAST
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WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
THIS IS MY GENERAL INFO[/color][/font]
DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Severus Tobias Snape "Dungeon Bat"
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Born: January 9, 1960 Age: 36
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Male
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Bisexual
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Halfblood
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Slytherin
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Potions Professor
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Alan Rickman
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Black
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Black
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Large nose, greasy hair, billowing robe, and a piercing disposition.
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
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FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
Lily's death
Harry's death
Serving another master
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Outlive Voldemort and Dumbledore
Keep Harry alive
Make potions in relative peace for the rest of his days
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Lily
Potions
Darkness
Children (secretly)
Freedom
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Dumbledore
Voldemort
Incompetent students
Pureblood supremacists
Serving false masters
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Potions
Spying
Healing
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Lily
Werewolves
Cooking (ironically)
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Severus Snape is the personification of dry humor. He enjoys sarcasm and intellectual debates and absolutely abhors incompetence. In the presence of those of lesser intellect, he often addresses them with scathing remarks and criticisms. Lack of understanding and misread instructions are not an excuse, rather the excuse itself is a sign of weakness, and weakness must not be tolerated in the world of a spy extraordinaire.
Severus's loyalties are often in question but they never waver. He is always loyal only to the memory of his beloved Lily, and his actions often reflect that. He will never care anything for Dumbledore, he hates the man with a passion for forcing him to become a spy, and Severus has never completely agreed with the Light Lord's goals. After all, how could he possibly condone Muggles when he himself has been abused by them in the past? Regardless, his loyalties will also never lie with Voldemort either; it is because of HIM that Lily is dead after all. In the end, only Snape himself will know whom he will finally side with. However, the one thing that is certain is that whoever he sides with will serve Lily's memory the most.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
Mother: Eileen Prince
Father: Tobias Snape
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Spinner's End, Hogwarts (during school year)
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Severus Snape was born 9 January, 1960 to Eileen Prince, a pure-blood witch, and Tobias Snape, a Muggle, making him a half-blood wizard. Severus, whose father was emotionally vacant, began to identify with his mother's family and created a secret nickname from his mother's maiden name, calling himself "the Half Blood Prince." His unhappy relationship with his father may have been the origin of his contempt for Muggles. It is implied that Severus was friendless and uncared for by his parents. This lack of care largely shaped Severus' unpleasant personality and cruel behaviour later in his life.
Severus' parents lived in a Muggle town near a river, at a place called Spinner's End. This was Severus' home throughout his years at Hogwarts. Spinner's End, located in Cokeworth, is an area of poverty, with cobbled streets, broken street lamps, disused factories and dilapidated houses. Lily Evans and her family likely lived in the same town, close to Spinner's End. After watching her for some time, Severus noticed her evident magical abilities and began making friendly overtures. The two bonded quickly and it appears that he was very interested in Lily right from the beginning, which was never returned though she regarded him as a friend. During this time he also developed a strong enmity towards her sister, Petunia. This was most likely because she was a Muggle, but may also be because she made disparaging comments about his clothes and residence.
Information from Snape's own memories of his first interactions with Lily and Petunia suggests that he was an awkward child with poor social skills. Even when it was important to him to make a good impression, he always seemed to have trouble doing so. Snape's father did not seem to approve of magic, while Severus expressed a disdain for Muggles, even though, or perhaps because, his father was one. The memories show that both he and Lily had powerful talents for magic before attending Hogwarts.
(See the rest on Harry Potter Wiki)
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
Kory
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Years RPing: 4-5+ (but it's been awhile since last RPed)
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hugz & kissez
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The humidity in the room was absolutely horrific. Of course, one could hardly expect any different in the middle of the day in July and without air conditioning no less. If the potion wasn't so delicate--requiring a precise temperature of 107 degrees fahrenheit at all times--then he would be standing quite comfortably in his kitchen right then instead of sweating off more than a few pounds. Severus wiped his brow carefully, making sure that not a single drop of perspiration came anywhere close to the potion he'd been brewing for three days. Three sweltering days of 107 degrees throughout his house, three days of care attention and preparation, three days of moping his brow so not a single bead of sweat went a stray; three days of absolute obsession with brewing this new assignment. Oh how he hated Dumbledore.
The man, of course, couldn't just be hexed and die. Oh no! He just had a get a SLOW ACTING curse that could be delayed through the use of one VERY precise potion. A very precise potion that the resident potions master would be just too happy to brew...just in case. Just in case he MIGHT get hit with said curse, just in case he MIGHT be so absolutely STUPID as to get hit with a curse that he ALREADY KNEW ABOUT. Snape snorted derisively as he carefully caped and labeled the vials of the now completed potion.
"Blithering old, moronic goat! Can't even avoid a bloody curse, noooo that would be way to easy. Not only does he know it's there, but he intends to get hit by it. Stupid, bloody meanance..."Snape muttered under his breath as he moved about the kitchen--bloody potion requires sunlight--and cleaned each surface and utensil almost obsessively. "Perhaps I could posion his tea? No, he'd check that. What about his lemon drops?"A knock sounded on the front door as he placed his clean utensils back into their proper locations in the cellar. He raised one black eyebrow and glanced at the door with displeasure. Company? In this heat? He moved silently toward the window and peered out. For the love of... He opened the door.
"Hello Mister! Would you like to buy some cookies?" The little girl with stereotypical, blonde pigtails practically CHIRPED at him.
"No, I would not."He answered slowly, disdain coating his every word. The little girl froze for a brief moment, and then glared at him as if to show that she wasn't scared.
"But you really should, Sir! Don't you know? If you buy cookies you help fund the rebellion!"She told him with a completely determined look on her face. He raised a lone eyebrow once more.
"Rebellion?"
"Yes Sir."She confirmed still looking completely determined to sell her cookies. Snape paused for a moment looking at the green eyed girl as she held herself in the same way Lily used to do...He almost groaned. It was too late, he knew, he'd managed to connect this little girl to Lily Evans and now he'd have to buy the cookies. He looked over the selection for the least disgusting option and sighed.
"Very well, I shall buy a box of thin mints." He relented. She beamed up at him and dug out a box. He relinquished the required amount of pounds and retreated into his house with the box of cookies, flicking on the air conditioning as he went. He moved silently over to an old, worn leather chair and poured himself a glass of scotch before opening the box of cookies and bringing it up to his mouth. He paused, cookie resting against his lips, and smirked.
"Rebellion indeed."Then he ate the cookie and chased it down with the class of scotch.
The man, of course, couldn't just be hexed and die. Oh no! He just had a get a SLOW ACTING curse that could be delayed through the use of one VERY precise potion. A very precise potion that the resident potions master would be just too happy to brew...just in case. Just in case he MIGHT get hit with said curse, just in case he MIGHT be so absolutely STUPID as to get hit with a curse that he ALREADY KNEW ABOUT. Snape snorted derisively as he carefully caped and labeled the vials of the now completed potion.
"Blithering old, moronic goat! Can't even avoid a bloody curse, noooo that would be way to easy. Not only does he know it's there, but he intends to get hit by it. Stupid, bloody meanance..."Snape muttered under his breath as he moved about the kitchen--bloody potion requires sunlight--and cleaned each surface and utensil almost obsessively. "Perhaps I could posion his tea? No, he'd check that. What about his lemon drops?"A knock sounded on the front door as he placed his clean utensils back into their proper locations in the cellar. He raised one black eyebrow and glanced at the door with displeasure. Company? In this heat? He moved silently toward the window and peered out. For the love of... He opened the door.
"Hello Mister! Would you like to buy some cookies?" The little girl with stereotypical, blonde pigtails practically CHIRPED at him.
"No, I would not."He answered slowly, disdain coating his every word. The little girl froze for a brief moment, and then glared at him as if to show that she wasn't scared.
"But you really should, Sir! Don't you know? If you buy cookies you help fund the rebellion!"She told him with a completely determined look on her face. He raised a lone eyebrow once more.
"Rebellion?"
"Yes Sir."She confirmed still looking completely determined to sell her cookies. Snape paused for a moment looking at the green eyed girl as she held herself in the same way Lily used to do...He almost groaned. It was too late, he knew, he'd managed to connect this little girl to Lily Evans and now he'd have to buy the cookies. He looked over the selection for the least disgusting option and sighed.
"Very well, I shall buy a box of thin mints." He relented. She beamed up at him and dug out a box. He relinquished the required amount of pounds and retreated into his house with the box of cookies, flicking on the air conditioning as he went. He moved silently over to an old, worn leather chair and poured himself a glass of scotch before opening the box of cookies and bringing it up to his mouth. He paused, cookie resting against his lips, and smirked.
"Rebellion indeed."Then he ate the cookie and chased it down with the class of scotch.
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