Post by William Turner on Jul 12, 2006 20:34:48 GMT -5
[x] Name [x]
William Turner
[x] Age [x]
Unknown.... late 20's?
[x] History [x]
Will Turner grew up living with his mother.... his father dissappeared so long ago that Will can't even remember him. He lived quite the happy life, despite the fact that his mother had to work to provide for her family, because of her husband's death. After she died, Will left his home and set out to find work at Port Royal... But there was more reason for his move... he knew his father to be a Merchant sailor... and, taking into account that Port Royal was an active port for many different kinds of ships; namely merchant ships... Will made the move. After moving there, Will took up the posistion of Blacksmith at Brown's smitthy... Soon after working, he became quite fond of the trade... but found his master was nothing but a lazy drunk. As a result... the praise of Turner's craftsmenship was always laid upon the worthless Mr. Brown.
But not to long ago, by mere chance... an infamous pirate by the name of Will Turner stumbled into the smithy... and in a long and winding tale ((that you already know)) Will himself turned pirate...
[x] Appearance [x]
[x] OOOOH SHINY!!! [x]
[x] Personality [x]
Since birth... William has always been decribed as adventurous. Groing up in England, he always found himself in all sorts of trouble... Although he found this to be quite fun... Will never expected himself to get into any real trouble... in fact... ((before he turned pirate himself)) Will found disregard for the law to be a disgusting and vile trait in any man. As a result, when he grew older, many people told him he was too secluded... but, obviously, he proved them wrong.
Another word that may come to mind when William Turner is thought about is 'romantic.' Although to most, Will seems to only be 'visually pleasing' but behind that exterior... he actually has a kind, gentle and loving heart to match his face.... despite when he's in battle against other-worldly creatures.
[x] Example RP [x]
William Turner
[x] Age [x]
Unknown.... late 20's?
[x] History [x]
Will Turner grew up living with his mother.... his father dissappeared so long ago that Will can't even remember him. He lived quite the happy life, despite the fact that his mother had to work to provide for her family, because of her husband's death. After she died, Will left his home and set out to find work at Port Royal... But there was more reason for his move... he knew his father to be a Merchant sailor... and, taking into account that Port Royal was an active port for many different kinds of ships; namely merchant ships... Will made the move. After moving there, Will took up the posistion of Blacksmith at Brown's smitthy... Soon after working, he became quite fond of the trade... but found his master was nothing but a lazy drunk. As a result... the praise of Turner's craftsmenship was always laid upon the worthless Mr. Brown.
But not to long ago, by mere chance... an infamous pirate by the name of Will Turner stumbled into the smithy... and in a long and winding tale ((that you already know)) Will himself turned pirate...
[x] Appearance [x]
[x] OOOOH SHINY!!! [x]
[x] Personality [x]
Since birth... William has always been decribed as adventurous. Groing up in England, he always found himself in all sorts of trouble... Although he found this to be quite fun... Will never expected himself to get into any real trouble... in fact... ((before he turned pirate himself)) Will found disregard for the law to be a disgusting and vile trait in any man. As a result, when he grew older, many people told him he was too secluded... but, obviously, he proved them wrong.
Another word that may come to mind when William Turner is thought about is 'romantic.' Although to most, Will seems to only be 'visually pleasing' but behind that exterior... he actually has a kind, gentle and loving heart to match his face.... despite when he's in battle against other-worldly creatures.
[x] Example RP [x]
[x] This is as Draco Malfoy .... simply because I'm a lazy bum... [x]
The trees swam past Draco as if they were silvery ghosts, wanting only to taunt him. What are you doing?? Draco asked himself, within his mind... and in truth, there was no answer. All the expectations, and eyes of the former Death Eaters were completely on him.... on him, to become the new Voldemort... to carry on the Dark Lord's legacy, and to destroy practically everything, and everyone good in the world... but did Draco really want that? Did he want to toss away all aspirations of a normal life? .... who knew? He had just led the Death Eaters into Hogsmeade, and now, who knew what havock they had caused... but Draco couldn't watch... he had began to run... run to any place that was seperate from the town.... and currently, he had no clue where the hell he was.
Slowly, Draco stopped running and looked around him. The area looked slightly familiar... but not enough to place it... A silent tear running down his wind-swept, reddened face, Draco removed his death eater mask and looked into its horrible face.... this mask... was that of the Draco that his father had wanted in his son... the perfect heir to the Malfoy throne. But Draco couldn't stand it. Letting out an angry cry, he threw the mask as far as he could into the surrounding forest. He then took off his Death Eater robe, revealing a black sweater, and beige pants. Leaving the robes where they lay, Draco began to run again, his blonde hair whisping in the wind.
As he ran, Draco wiped the tear from his face. Why are you doing this? You know there's no escape... you were born to hold this title... Draco's thoughts seemed to swirl around him, taunting him of the life he had no escape from. Collapsing, onto the edge of a small drop off, Draco panted for breath. He let out an angry yell, once more and beat the ground, a small imprint of his hand appearing. Looking up, through his tear-moistened eyes, Draco tried to focus on the scene that lay before him.
It was the Shrieking Shack, looking haunted as usual... but as apposed to the usual abandonement the shack felt... he saw a group scene unfolding before it. Ginny Weasley, the one they called Tonks (a relative of his), and a Gryffindor whose name he didn't know... they were all huddled together, seeking protection from an advancing Death Eater... Watching a bit closer, Draco realized it wasn't just any death eater... but his own father.
A horrible grin crossed Draco's face, as he rose once more and bolted down the hill. One might say that his veins were filled with adreneline... but personally... Draco knew it to be revenge that had give him the sudden fuel of energy. His mind raced for the words of what to say... as he drew nearer, the two word that had first come to mind, Draco screamed....
"YOU BASTARD!!!!!!"
His throat hurt from the sudden burst of noise that it had presented, but he didn't care. Now at full speed, Draco rammed into his father, knocking both of them to the ground, and sending Lucius' wand flying. Pulling out his own wand, Draco held it to his father's temple.... somewhere... Draco thoguht of this as mutiny... but that part of him... had completely vanished.
