Post by PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA on Sept 29, 2014 16:47:47 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Pascal Aristide Borgia AGE & BIRTHDAY Eighteen born 16-Nov-2005 OCCUPATION Slytherin Alumnus, International Confederation Of Wizards Translator BLOOD STATUS Claims Pure-blood, Tainted. FACE CLAIM Dudley O'Shaughnessy. WAND TYPE Eleven and one half inch, ivy wood, chalcedony powder and veela hair, inflexible. PATRONUS Peacock. PETS Borger an eagle owl, used mostly for post as to being a true pet. ABILITIES Pascal was born to a mother of tainted blood, veela blood to be exact. Though the young man calls himself a pureblood he is in fact one eighth veela. It was Pascal's great-gandmother, Calliope, who was a full-blooded veela that tainted his family's bloodline. Being one eigth veela Pascal's has lingering effects of his great-grandmother's genes, though these effects seem hardly comparable to that of a full blooded veela. Never the less his veela blood can effect some, a natural charm that while annoy due to the unwanted attention it can draw does of course have its benefits in regard to getting what he wants at times. Still, Pascal is shamed to be a half-breed as he comes from a very proud Pureblood name Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style I. BASICS LIKES i. having wealth ii. getting recognition iii. having control iv. being successful DISLIKES i. muggles and mudbloods ii. being defenseless iii. being compared to those considered inferior iv. the ministry of magic STRENGTHS i. intelligent ii. ambitious iii. sly iv. shrewd WEAKNESSES i. narcissistic ii. arrogant iii. selfish iv. insatiable II. rumors Pascal Borgia used to fancy Rose Weasley. No doubt my ex-girlfriend Celeste spread this around, I often wondered at times if it was because she was upset I left her. Needless to say I would never give a blood traitor like her a second look, attractive or not, knowing the company she keeps is enough to make her rather....repulsive. Pascal Borgia's mother is part veela. I don't know where anyone has gone off thinking my mother is some filthy half breed, I can only assume it's because they are to idiotic to realize that just because some is beautiful it doesn't mean they are a disgusting mutt. I can assure you my blood line is nothing but pure and that will never change.* * It should be noted that Pascal is a liar who will deny his veela heritage till the day of his death and goes to great lengths to cover it up Pascal Borgia is gay. Just because I am picky about who I decide to pursue does not make me gay. Not that it is anyone's business who I prefer in my bed chambers, but another man never has nor ever will be someone I invite. Pascal Borgia's mother murdered all seven of her husbands. What happened between my mother, my father, or any of my step-fathers is between them, it is no one else's business. Pascal Borgia is in love with Brigitta Derrick. Brigitta? I guess word of our betrothal has gotten around, I was actually rather shocked to find my mother was expecting me to carry out an arranged marriage with her...history. Never the less, it's an agreement between or families. Brigitta has always seemed respectable enough, she is not my first choice, but she will do, so long as...I don't love her though, it's laughable really that anyone thinks that. Our relationship is a matter of duty. Pascal Borgia is a death eater and has the mark to prove it. Ridiculous. First of all I am not a death eater, in fact I'm not sure those even exist anymore and even if I was why would I ever admit to such a thing - let alone wear such an ugly mark on my skin? Where are you hearing these rumors? III. memories Growing up Pascal Borgia never knew much about his birth father. When he entered the world he entered as hers and hers alone, she was all he would ever need, something he learned early on in life. His mother became a widow five months after his birth, his father's death having been somewhat of a scandal in the wizarding community. Jean-Pierre had been found poisoned in the house of his mistress who appeared to have taken her own life. All Pascal ever knew about him was his money, the child didn't even carry his father's name much to the protest and dislike of his father's family, but Adina Borgia was not about to have her child carry the name of such a pathetic man. When Pascal was three when he made the mistake of questioning why he did not have a father, he was met with a sharp tone about how he never needed to know anything about the bastard and that he was where he belonged, buried in the ground with his mistress. Young Pascal hardly understood just what his mother meant, but he understood enough to never ask about his father again, after all what did he need a father for? When Pascal was five the gold that had been left from his father's death had started to run short, it was only then that Pascal found himself with the first of a long line of wealthy step-fathers. There was not much time to become attached to the first father figure he had ever had, not that the man was anyone Pascal would have ever found himself attached to. He sough knowledge from this man, curious if he would tell him things his mother might not, such as what a bastard was. Of course when he asked the older man he was met with a scoff of a remark as it was explained that he was a bastard, he was reprimanded for speaking such a word, held by his collar and picked up off the ground as the old man lectured him on his worthlessness and his need to learn his place in the world before he tossed him to the ground. Pascal decided then, his place was to be the one holding the old man in the air, not sprawled out on the floor beneath him. He never wanted to be beneath anyone again. It was shortly before Pascal's seventh birthday that his step father was found dead, apparently attacked by an intruder who forgot to take the fine china with them when they fled. Even with the Borgia bank vault full again, it was less than a year before his mother had remarried a third time. This new step-father showered his mother in gifts of fine silks and exotic flowers, countless nights were spent out at the ballet and theater as he wanted to culture young Pascal. He was in every way different from the last man his mother had brought into their home, he wore brightly colored robes and often snuck strange things in when his mother was out. One day when Pascal had been spying on the man he had been caught, but instead of being roughed up and lectured this step-father wanted to share what he was up to. It didn't take long for young Pascal to realize the strange devices the man fiddled with were the sorts that belonged to muggles, even at the age of eight Pascal was quick to turn up his nose to the man's insisting on him learning about them as all knowledge was power, no knowledge of a filthy muggle was ever going to be worth anything to Pascal. A few weeks later when they made a trip to the ballet, the older man took a fall from their box seats, it seemed there would be no more trips to the ballet, apparently Pascal was cultured enough. The next two marriages were both short lived each one lasting no more than a year but both filling the Borgia vault with so much gold that his mother would never have to lift a finger for the rest of her life, it was almost as if this had become more of a sport than a matter of actually wanting the stability. A simple stumble off the balcony into the green house, no doubt his blonde mistress's fault when she realized he was a married man, and a simple mix up of the shellfish cakes and the salmon cakes, reliable house elves can be so hard to come by at times. When it came time for Pascal to receive his Hogwarts letter the Borgia household was once again consisting of just his mother and himself. While Pascal had come to enjoy the benefits of having step-father's he found he was more keen on having his mother's attention reserved for himself. But the time was short lived and soon his mother was yet again courted by a wizard who seemed old enough to be her own grandfather and a few months before he was to head off to Hogwarts his mother was once again wed and Pascal could only wonder how long before this one joined the others who came before him? Pascal kept to himself on the train ride to Hogwarts sitting aloofly in one of the compartments, he didn't care about making friends right away, the thought of befriending someone who might very well end up being a mudblood or some hufflepuff was enough to make the young lad clam up. Friends could wait until after the sorting had weeded out those beneath him. Of course for Pascal the ceremony took forever, he was the last of his year to be called, Pascal didn't have to sit beneath the hat long, there was no need for it to search deep into his being to know where he belonged, it saw the cunning and ambition it saw in his mother, it knew the potential he had within him and knew that he would best fit in Slytherin, not that Pascal needed some silly old hat to tell him that. Classes were never an issue for Pascal, his mother and step-father had warned him that low marks would not be tolerated, and when he found out some mudblood was getting hire marks then he was he was only thankful that he was not some ill bred numb skull like some of his other classmates. He focused his time on his work only bothering to waste his time one making friendships with a select few housemates. He kept out of trouble and spent the holidays at home where his step-father, a linguist who dabbled in spell invention tutored the young Borgia. Under the man's tutelage Pascal learned at an astonishing rate, taking to languages like a duck to water, French, Greek, Latin, Italian, the man was eager for Pascal to learn as many as possible. Just as Pascal was starting to find himself developing an attachment for the man who had been around much longer than all the other's before, he found it was over. Apparently the old man's love of collecting exotic insets proved to be as deadly as his mother had warned, bitten by a rare poisonous spider he was found Christmas morning in his study, his notes on the specimen barely even started. His mother merely stated how he should have listened to her warning. He returned after the holidays but refused to speak of what had become of his latest stepfather, at fourteen years old he threw himself into his class work and quidditch, after all what real reason did he have to be upset about the man's death meant he would be getting quite the inheritance. Before he knew it Pascal's third year of school had finished up and summer had passed along with it another wedding. A younger man of old money, there was something about this new father that Pascal did not like, but there was no protesting the marriage at least he would be off at school for the most the year and not have to be around the other man. Pascal had expected his fourth year to be rather uneventful, at least for himself much like the years before. And it was, it was when Pascal returned home for the summer that he could feel a change in the winds. There was hushed talk from his step-father about duty and honor. Men who Pascal had never seen before would come in the middle of the night. He began to question what was going on. It was long before summer's end was in sight and it was then that his step-father sat him down for a talk. He spoke of what a decent pureblood should do, spoke of marriage and children, spoke of fighting for a pureblood world. It was as if this man though he had some sort of control over Pascal's life. After the talk was over Pascal went to his mother to tell her of what had transpired, of course she became furious for reasons Pascal did not fully understand. A heater argument could be heard the entire night, his mother's shrill shrieks carried through the walls. But when Pascal heard the sickening slap and his mother fall silent he knew exactly what he had not cared for about his step-father. No man would get away with treating his mother like that, he would make sure of it. A few days later when they all sat down for tea to discuss just what duties Pascal had as a proper pureblood young man it seemed one of the house elves had mistakenly given his step father a poisoned cup of tea, it seemed they did not take kindly to someone mistreating their mistress. Pascal was aloof for most of his fifth year, it started on the train ride to Hogwarts when he was first invited to take part of the some stupid club that was nothing more than some crackpot professor trying to collect some prized students, a waste of time and yet still for some reasons he kept with it. One of his friends had gotten mixed up in with his parent's attempts to rise up the Death Eaters once again, it'd taken a while to piece together but with his family history it was no shock. Pascal wanted no part in it though. His late step father had seemed keen to try and push him to find a way in to this uprising that was coming, but the man was dead no so it didn't matter. War was upon them, only a fool could think otherwise, and when it would finally come things would never be the same again. At sixteen years old he knew he had to decide where he stood in before it turned into a mess. While he knew he wanted to see a world free of mudbloods and blood traitors he knew he didn't want to get mixed in it himself - he witnessed the struggle and turmoil of friend for the past year, the boy might have done what he could to hide it but Pascal was the sort to notice things that others often over looked. He did not want that for himself. Pascal's final year at Hogwarts was the one that was most different from all the others. Pascal made sure to keep his head down and stay out of as much trouble as he could, not that he had ever been much of a trouble maker, and he stayed out of his friend's issues. As the year's end drew near Pascal wondered if the war was on the winds, he knew at the first chance he could he would get out of it. He wanted no part of it, he had his hopes for what would come of the war, but he was not about to go fight for them. It wasn't long after graduation that Pascal managed to get a job as a translator for the International Confederation Of Wizards. He liked to assume it was all because of his skill with language but no doubt his mother had something to do with making sure he got the job. The subject of marriage came up with his mother, only this time it was about a marriage of his own. Word was the Derrick family was looking for a suitor for their eldest daughter Brigitta, a girl who was a younger Slytherin Pascal had been friendly with for years. He was not keen on the idea of marriage, having seen his mother go through six in a matter of years not to mention Brigitta seemed like a settlement of a woman, hardly up to the high standard that he held for a woman to be his wife. But who was he to argue with his mother? Arrangements had been made. Soon his mother was looking for a new husband herself, no doubt fearing what the home would be like when Pascal left. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. ALIAS: Bonzi AGE: 27 DISCOVERY: Paige ♥ and I basically live here CHARACTERS: ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV, ALTAIR MAE POYNTER, AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL, AMITY CATHLEEN PARRIS, ANTOINE MARQUEZ LETOURNEAU, APOLLO JAMES BORDEN, AUBREY CAMILLA SCIARRA, AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH, AXEL TOBIAS MEAGHER, BAILEY IVO MCCONNELL, BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY, BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN, CASPIAN DMITRI CROSSHEART, DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS, ELEANOR CORDELIA WORRALL, EMILLA PÄIVÄ AALTO, EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV, GERONE CARLOTTA CARPETHOS, GIDGET ANABEL HALE, ICARUS ALAWN LLEWELLYN, IMOGEN NIAMH MERRITT, IRINKA AKSINYA XANTHOPOULOS, ISAAC RYDER MCAVOY-GREYBACK, JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP, JACQUELINE AURORA TALBOTT, LACHLAN WALLACE MONTGOMERY, LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK, NATHANAEL ANTOINE CLEMENCE, NYX DIONE MOON, OROCHI TACHIBANA, PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA, PAXTON POLARIS PRESCOTT, PHINEAS AJAX PAKARINEN, ROBERT SHAY WAGTAIL-HOLDEN, TAWNEE RAE ADDAMS, TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER, YŪKI SATŌ NOTES:  made by paige |
