Post by CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE on Oct 13, 2014 20:15:00 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME caesar eric montague AGE & BIRTHDAY eighteen - born august 13th OCCUPATION potions professor at hogwarts (in training) BLOOD STATUS pure-blood FACE CLAIM sam claflin WAND TYPE 12 inches, dragon heartstring, maple wood PATRONUS a polar bear PETS an owl named 'sogno' ABILITIES seer - inherted from his distant ancestor. however, it does not work properly, as scorpius likes to imply that it is useless, due to the fact that his visions are kind of random. and he does not only see the future, he sees the past, too. and there is only past that has been haunting him, which later on will lead to a fatal bonding between two people. Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style The Montague might not have a significantly long history but their name soon became prominent in the wizarding world. They have never been known to be involved in politics. In fact, they tend to keep distance with that deadly field. Still, they are considered influential in terms of their financial advantages. For so many generations, they have been dominating the sport and entertainment industry. They are the biggest investor in all prominent national and international sport events, particularly Quidditch Championships. They own an impressive number of theatres, stadiums, Quidditch fields in the wizarding world. Many seek their financial support or investments. Although none of them is known as artists, their name is always solemnly mentioned in the opening speech of plenty of exhibitions and concerts. You can find their home in the green, peaceful countryside of England. Their mansion is handed down to the eldest son of every generation. It lies isolated on a hill, surrounded by tall trees of a small forest, which also belongs to the family. There is a lawn and a small fountain in the front and a small lake in the back. The Montague is also famous for their pureblood heritage, and a tragic love story which has become the reasoning for a so-called curse. They say whoever is to take over the family's business never gets to be with the one their heart truly desires. They also say that it is because a tragedy happened to an heir of the Montague and his much beloved woman, which led her to take an extreme step: casting a curse on the whole family to make sure that if she could not have her happiness, nobody could. But folk tales are folk tales. There has not been any confirmation, although it is true that love has always been a luxury that an heir to the name and the fortune of house Montague cannot afford. An arrow was shoot from a long distance distance and in less than no time, it was only a few steps away from him. “No!” He cried as the sharp sound of the arrow going through human flesh tore the air. She fell into his arms, leaving the shooter - her own father - speechless. And it started to snow. Little sparkling snowflakes tenderly fell on her pale face and his messy hair. The bitter winter wind blew against his face but could not sweep away the stream of warm tears running down his cheeks. He had not known tears for so long, until now. She was lying quietly in his arms. No fighting back or resisting, at the moment, for the first time ever, she looked so much like a little kitten. Shakily, he moved a strain of hair from her beautiful face then placed a hand on cheek, trying to feel the fading warmth of her skin. Her breath became heavier and heavier. Stubbornly, she tried to keep her eyes open, to capture the image of her beloved one last time before she fell into darkness and would never get out of it. The carpet of white snow underneath her was reddened by her blood. There was nothing he could do to stop the bleeding. No words had been spoken for over an hour, despite the fact that both of them had so much to say. Suddenly, she smiled a very tender smile – so unlike her. Using all the strength she had left, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it slightly then uttered quietly, “Do not cry. You look exceptionally horrible in tears.” Her teasing cut him even deeper than knives. It was the worse pain to experience than death – the feeling of losing the one he loved more than anything in the world. This world had always been so cruel and unfair; nevertheless, he had never thought that it could be this cruel to him. Still, a smile crossed his lips although the tears kept running down. “This is not the end.” He stated firmly as tightening his arms around her. “Let’s meet again, alright?” She gave him a slight nod as a response to his suggestion. Smiling again, he continued. “If we meet again, then, I will recognize you first.” Her breath became lighter and lighter and so did the tone of his voice. “If we meet again, then, I will love you first.” “Promise?” She asked. “Promise.” And just like that, her breath stopped. Caesar opened his eyes as he finally succeeded in getting out of that crazy dream he had had. His heart was beating frantically as if it were ready to jump out of his chest any minute. It was not the first time he had such a dream and it was unlikely the be the last time. It had been replaying every night over and over again like a broken record since his sixteenth birthday. No explanation were given. But He never asked either because better than anyone, he knew that no one could give him a satisfying answer. Supposing he had told his parents, they would have tried to convince him to believe that it was his ability to foresee things to blame. It was not – he knew it. Furthermore, he had no intention of worrying his mother in any way as the woman had got too much on her plate already. Seven years ago, when her only son’s gift of a seer was discovered, she continually had sleepless night because of worrying for him. And her mind was only put at rest after he had been able to control it two years later. No doubt at all that Caesar did not want his stupid dream to cause her panic as his gift had done. Above all, he was seventeen years old – old enough to take care of himself. Eventhough his was a strict upbringing owing to his father’s stiffness, his mother had rarely given him a chance to take care of himself until he went to Hogwarts. In all honesty, Caesar wholeheartedly hated the attention he had from his family, particularly his mother; but he never blamed them. Katherine had nearly lost her life when giving birth to her first son and for that reason her body became incompatible for another pregnacy. And therefore, ever since he was old enough to understand his parents’ expectations, he had never failed to live up to them. But every youngster possessed certain wildness that no adults could understand although they had once been through that time, too. He had longed for the day he would be free from his parents protecting arms, to learn to fly with his own wings. And he was given that chance when a letter from Hogwarts arrived on a beautiful sunny day. Attending Hogwarts, leaving his family behind to enter the world was a great experience to Caesar, and also an opportunity for him to do something big – something he could only rely on himself to get. Like everyone in his family, he was sorted into house Slytherin, which he greatly took pride in. And it was truly a sign, foretelling his ambitious side which was discovered later in his first year as a student at Hogwarts. With unbelievable consciousness and great determination, he seldom failed to get what he wanted. Sometimes his achievements resulted in his over-confidence. Caesar was actually a grumpy critic with overwhelmingly high expectations and his judgements were often reliable. Nevertheless, he did not ouright criticize someone; in fact, he usually appeared to be quite laidback contratry to his true trait. He would not give other people his opinions if they are not someone he was close with. That was the way he defeated his rivals – letting them sink in the ocean of praises and die in there. Cunning like a true Slytherin should be. Determined as he was in everything he did, there was one thing he could not succeed in. It was finding out the truth about the strange dream he had had since the age of sixteen. Why was the pain was so real and there were even times when he woke up with tears in his eyes, as if he were the man in the dream. He could still feel the warmth of her cheeks as though he had hold her just a second ago. Caesar knew what it was like to have visions of the future. But the dream was not a vision. It was more of a memory – a lost one, which came from a far far away land whose existence was highly doubted. Still, he could not help finding that girl oddly familiar in a way he could not explain, as if he had known her since forever. But where was she? And the promise. Why were was there a heavy burden on his heart? Caesar did not know. There were a lot of things he had no idea about. However, there was one thing he was sure about: there was a reason for his existence. And wherever that reason may be on this planet, he would leave no stone unturned to find it. People only live once, don’t they? Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. |