Post by unicronwolf on Jul 17, 2013 15:12:17 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] Makar Phoenix Germanotta. Twenty-two. Unemployed. Cherry with a core of Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches, Rigid. Aaron Johnson. | |
[rs=2] | Uhh... So, hi. I'm Makar Phoenix Germanotta, son to Charles and Veronica Germanotta. I have an older brother, Charles Germanotta the Second, and a younger sister, Victoria Germanotta. Me and my older brother were both and and raised in America if you can't tell. Vick was born in our home country but is raised here in England. Oh, I should probably tell you about my dad's work. He's the head of an electronics company, the Silver Phoenix Incorporation. One of the leading brands in electronics such as smartphones, computers, tablets and the such. Oh, we're also releasing a gaming console next summer along with a few games specially created for this console's debut and... I could keep on advertising for the company (I'm actually kinda good at it, trust me!) but I think I'll continue on with my life's story and stuff. But really, you should consider buying it. We're going to recruit a few people to try them out at one of the gaming conventions if you're interested. Moving on, my life's story. I was raised in Virginia. One of the more richer, corporation-run towns made especially for those much more well off than others. It was a nice life. I got what I wanted but in return I got a very strict and advanced form of education. My dad trained both me and my brother from the day we were born to be his perfect heirs. Of course, Charles was always the better one. He was the eldest, the perfect one. I was, at the time, the youngest and my father hoped for me to be like Charles. Nothing I could do could compare with my brother. I would study and study and train hard but I could never be like him. Those times were lonely as I never really got too much attention but I managed. I focused on my studies and anything else I could. Like horseback riding, I dabbled in a few other sports, theater and my father's company. Then came the move to England. I have to admit, I didn't really care when that happened. I didn't have very many friends. Wait, no, that's a lie. I had no friends. The only people I interacted with were my tutors, family and the family's business acquaintances and friends. So, I had nothing to lose really. The move happened when I was about 10 and my brother, 14. We moved to a nice mansion close to the city since this move was mainly for business. We were forced to go back, however, since my mother was close to giving birth. When we went back to our new home, we had a baby sister in tow. Great, another sibling to overshadow me. And overshadow me she did. The loneliness I felt when it was just Charles and me had doubled. I was the middle child, the one who never got any attention. My parents adored my brother who was growing into a man and fawning over their little baby girl. I was just... there. I suppose that's why I can be kind of a super jerk. I love attention and try to do anything to get it. I ended up having a few bad habits thanks to this but we'll get to that later. Later as in 'a few paragraphs' later. So, here I am. Twelve years old. Attention deprived, solitary and smart as hell. Having your studies as your only friend does that to you. I stopped doing most sports and just held onto horseback riding and training in water polo so I could focus more on my education. Charles was already starting to prep up for college and dad was planning on sending him to a school. I was also going to be sent to school but dad didn't really plan for that. My letter arrived on a normal day. I was out in the stables, reading a book on stock markets or something when my owl arrived. It swooped down, perched on my shoulder, gave me the letter and went back on its merry way. Meanwhile, I was just gaping like an idiot and absentmindedly receiving the piece of parchment. I didn't tell open it or tell my parents about it till the next week during dinner. I showed them the letter and we all read it together. We all thought it was some sort of a joke or something till the wizard arrived. Once we all accepted this, dad gave me the most unexpected reaction I ever saw in my entire life. He was absolutely calm and continued his evening like this was normal. Oh gods that was.... That. Needless to say I was shocked about everything but slowly accepted it. I was sent off to Diagon Alley on my own to get my school supplies and all that wonderful stuff. Thus begun my life as a wizard. I have to admit, I was not prepared to see what I saw in Diagon Alley. My mouth was wide open for about my entire trip. It was just so amazing! Besides the whole magical thing, the whole business possibilities that could be explored! Absolutely amazing... Yeah, I have a bit of a boner for business. It's kinda been what I've studied since I was a kid so it sticks on you. I may seem a bit of a carefree and really quiet but when it comes to what I'm passionate about, I get really serious. Business is one of those things. However, I managed to push all my ideas back and concentrate on getting my stuff. Cauldrons, robes, books and the like were quickly taken care of. I had spent a bit longer at the pet store but ended up buying two owls. A barn owl for my family, just in case they decided they wanted to send me a letter, who I named Popper. The other owl I got was for myself, a great gray named Cottonfluffs. Don't ask. The name seemed appropriate for her. With all of that taken care of, the only thing left was for me to get my wand. The first thing I remember of Ollivander's was the smell of dust and wood the moment I walked through the door. Have I mentioned I really like the smell of wood? No? Well now you know. The next thing I noticed was the darkness and mustiness of the shop. I love nice, clean shops as much as the next person but the whole rustic, warm and kinda homey feel the place gave off was... nice. Then came the purchasing. Finding the perfect wand took forever. I went through thirty four wands before I was able to find my wand. Trust me, I was counting. I was tired and was tempted to just take the one wand that did nothing when I gave it a flick when the shopkeeper gave me the last wand I was to try. The craftsmanship on it was gorgeous, the wood looked absolutely stunning and it had a nice, light scent. Before I was able to take it however, he warned me about its great power and not to estimate it simply because of its beauty. I took it and gingerly gave it a flick and, to my surprise, I felt something from it. I felt a burst of emotions erupt from me. Happiness, anger, sadness, loneliness, just pure emotion. I didn't know it at the time but the wand was testing me. I had accepted its challenge and cleared my mind. I forced myself to take control of my mind and shove my emotions down to focus myself. The thing I felt next was a warm wave of... well, magic. I had passed its test and it accepted me as its master. I definitely left that shop as a very happy wizard. Next step, school. Heh. Hogwarts was my first school and absolutely amazing. At least I loved it. I had been sorted into Gryffindor which was... cool? It was alright. I didn't care what house I got sorted into. At first, I was the quiet one. That kid who keeps to himself and studies. I used the same tactic I used when I was back home and that was perfectly fine. I was good in school, perhaps even amazing. It was quite easy for someone who was used to teaching themselves advanced material and already had extremely good study habits. It did help that I was naturally a quick learner, too. However, I started to realize something about halfway through my first year. Attention. The whole school was a whole feast of attention and it was mine for the taking! Slowly, I began to reap the harvest. I was a smooth talker thanks to my father forcing me to learn social skills especially during his fancy business gatherings. I started befriending the more popular people. Doing crazy things. No doubt I got into some trouble but I managed to sneak my way out of its grasp. As for studies, they still required a bit of extra work but nothing I wasn't used to. I was able to have a very, very active social life while still being at the top of my class. In my second year, I enrolled for Quidditch and things still went smoothly for me. In my third year, things got tougher. It wasn't school work, oh no. That stuff was easy. It was my father that was the problem. That summer before I started third year, I had been unofficially kicked out of the house. Dad was giving me my own house out in the countryside. Awesome, right? Yeah, it was pretty awesome but I had to earn my keep. In return, I did work for my father. At first it was simple things like basic accounting but they started becoming more complex like giving full analyses on the company's stock. This definitely put a strain on myself and I was forced to tone down my social side. Instead, I had led a small group of disposable 'friends' to wreck havoc with. Perfect because anything the group did, reflected on me which gave me a lot of attention. The disadvantage that most leaders faced was now my advantage. Now, it was around this time when I started exploring other options to give me the attention I oh so craved. Options that were easy to do but still packed a strong punch. It didn't take long for me to get an answer. Heartbreak. That would definitely pack a punch. I was on the Quidditch team, I had a pretty cute face, I had good grades, I was rich and I was charming. I would flirt with a girl, date her for a bit, get into her pants if I so wished then break her heart~ It got me quite the reputation and quite the number of enemies. Like heck if I cared though. In fact, I think I actually still do that... I dislike the thought of having to put energy and effort into a relationship. Way too tiring. Fourth year, now that was normal. Only difference was, I finally came out to myself then Hogwarts. I was Pansexual. No, that does not mean I'm attracted to pans. It means I'm attracted to anything I find myself attracted to regardless of gender or sex. Nice, huh? I was able to expand my list of potential hearts to break for now I slept with men, women and everything outside or inbetween. Definitely nice. I got a bit of bullying from other people because of this but I simply soaked it all in. If they were bullying me then they were paying attention to me, right? My next few years were normal. Very normal. I continued my role of heartbreaker and party animal though I was forced to tone it down a bit more. More work from my father and the school kept me very, very busy. Then came my last year at Hogwarts. Instead of simply working for my father, I decided to take a trip to Japan after I graduated. That's right, Japan. Why? Because I had always felt a connection to that place after I learned of the connection between the cherry wand and wizards of Japan. During that time, I felt that my dear wand was becoming a bit harder to control. Perhaps a Japanese wizard could help me. I managed to contact the retired headmaster of Mahoutokoro, the magical Japanese school, and got him to have him meet him. I finished school with flying colors and then ran off to Japan. The retired headmaster, who I like to call Mr. Owl or Fukurou-san, agreed to teach me for the next four years. It was with him where I strengthened my non-verbal casting and more graceful forms of magic. My style is now a mix between English magic and Japanese magic, quite the combination. It was there where I also learned to control myself and use that strength of mind to fuel my magic. It was also there where I was able to become an animagus but it was extremely hard. It took me the full four years of my training to finally master the magic. If I had the choice, I would have not done it again. The process is grueling and long and just downright horrible. Oh, my animal form? It's a horse. A Ukrainian Riding Horse to be exact. Now, to the present. It's four years later after I left for Japan and I'm finally back in England. My sister is going to a nice, prestigious school while Charles is helping to supervise the company's branches in North America. I am currently unemployed and living solely off of the pay I get from my dad. I do hope to find another job though. It's rather boring just working for my dad but if that's my only option then I'll take it. Oh, I should probably also register myself as an Animagus. Anyway... So, yeah. That's me. Makar. If you want to be my friend then good luck. Even after all my teacher taught me in Japan I'm not all sugar and spice but definitely still nicer than before. .... You got your story, right? Good. Now then... let me put it simply. *ahem* Scram or I'll hex ya. |
wolfie. about fifteen. two. |