Erica Nightshade
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4th Year Hufflepuff
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Mark Sorelli
6th Year Hufflepuff
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(1/6/06 3:08 pm)
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Mark Sorelli
OOC
Name: Erica Nightshade
Contacts: ezmail is best, or TryToDreamAgain@aol.com
Age: 17
Code: Hermione Granger
IC:
Full Name: Mark Jordan Sorelli
Nickname(s): none
DOB: July 13th, 1994
Year: 5th year
Blood: there are a few traces of mixed blood, but for the most part Pureblood.
House Preference: Hufflepuff
Why: He’ll do things without thinking of the consequences and just likes to have fun, no matter what others may say. He’s never really cared much what others think about him, just as long as he’s being himself. He’s also fiercely loyal to his friends; nothing harms them without being harmed back. He’ll be a good friend to anybody who is kind to him, and even a good friend to those who aren’t. He’s very calm and laid-back, and rarely thinks of himself before others.
Physical Appearance: Mark has light blond hair, even though both of his parents have dark brown hair. Every summer the sun bleaches it even more, but it usually keeps the same general sandy tone to it. He keeps it cut fairly short and usually spikes it up at the top to give it some texture. He hates to have plain hair, so he spends extra time to make sure it looks the way he wants it. He has no highlights, even though he’s tried to convince his parents to let him get darker blond or ever brown highlights, so his hair is all one shade. Though he likes to have it styled, Mark isn’t obsessive about his hair and is often seen with the classic just-rolled-out-of-bed-messy style. This often happens when he wakes up late, which is at least once a week.
In every other aspect he resembles his father, Kristopher. He has his father’s blue eyes, a beautiful shade of powder blue eyes. This color is often thought to be a darker, more prominent shade of cerulean at first glance because they are often only seen from behind the rims of his glasses, which he needs to see far away. These glasses are rectangular, fairly small with black rims, and he’s rarely seen without them. He does own contacts, his parents got them for him while he was in his third year, but he prefers the casualness of the glasses. They’re also less irritating and easier to deal with, since his contacts had always been drying out or falling out of his eyes completely!
Build-wise Mark is leaning more towards the side of being without much muscle definition. He isn’t lanky, exactly, but skinny. He can lift a surprising amount for his build, but it isn’t all that impressive by most standards. He isn’t into sports or exercising, though, so it doesn’t matter to him. He eats a healthy diet, never too much and never too little, and has a fair complexion that’s rarely had a pimple. He stands at about 5’7”, 5’8” when he wears sneakers, and weights approximately 140 pounds. He has a relatively small mouth and nearly perfectly white teeth. His love of coffee, which he had acquired over the past year or so, has stained his teeth slightly, even though he brushes his teeth at least twice a day. His eyebrows aren’t very bush, and he doesn’t have very long eyelashes. His features are much defined, and his chin is more on the squared side. He has slightly elevated cheekbones, and a relatively small nose.
Mark’s style is whatever he grabs in the morning. He isn’t very self-conscious about his appearance so he doesn’t spend an awful lot of time thinking about what to wear. He’ll usually just grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt when he’s not in uniform, and when he is in uniform it’s sometimes wrinkled from being thrown in some corner. He can often be seen with his favorite black and white scarf in the wintertime when it’s cold in the castle. He tends to go for a trendier look, since his parents and relatives give him most of his clothing, and is often seen in striped shirts with white collars. He enjoys things with a striped pattern, though he’ll wear anything from a leather jacket to a hideous orange sweater he was once given for Christmas.
Pesonality: Mark has an exceptionally laid back, carefree personality. He tends to devote a lot of his time to taking and developing pictures in an abandoned classroom that he’s secretly set up as a dark room. This is his one passion in life, as he doesn’t care all that much for schoolwork and was never very good at Quidditch; he lives for his photography. He considers his pictures as artwork, just as much as a sculpture is art. Even if he’ll blow off things like tests and Quidditch games, capturing the emotions of the people taking the tests or pictures that show those brilliant moments of exhilaration is something he lives for, and nothing could mean more to him. He often refrains from taking pictures of people, though, preferring to get abstract views of everyday objects that just grab his attention. It is easy to tell what type of mood Mark is in by the type of photos he takes. This is his one ‘quirk’. He always carries around two black bags, one of which contains a camera and the other which holds a video camera which he has rigged up to film off of a special potion, as electrical equipment doesn’t work in Hogwarts.
Mark is extremely easy to make friends with. He has such a nonchalant personality that makes him appear welcoming to talk to. He likes to introduce himself to younger students and make them feel more welcomed to the school, as most of them are nervous, shy, or timid… especially the Hufflepuffs, who tend to be very soft-spoken. Because of this, he knows people in all four houses, and at least knows of the majority of the students, even if he doesn’t know them personally. He’ll listen to gossip just to know what’s going on, though he never gossips himself. It just isn’t right.
Mark’s personality is usually casual. He enjoys just hanging around with his friends in the common room, maybe playing some wizard chess even though he isn’t real good at the game, or even just sitting there and doing nothing! Doing nothing is what Mark does best, aside from his pictures. He likes to live in the moment and not put a whole lot of thought into everything; he can often be seen condemning people who brood over every action before doing something. Carpe Diem! He’ll rarely think before he acts, and while his lack of caring is sometimes mistaken as bravery it doesn’t always work out in his favor.
Even though he prefers for a day to be calm and eventless, his temper is easy to ignite. He can be overly defensive of his work, as well as people who are picked on who he feels can’t defend themselves, or don’t deserve to be picked on. This implies that he feels that some people do deserve to be picked on, people who bring it upon themselves, as well as people who should be able to defend themselves. He isn’t out to save the world… but he is a nice person who hates it when others are taken advantage of.
Mark is very loyal to his friends and House, and has only their best interests in mind at all times. He’ll sit through Quidditch games he doesn’t care for just to support his house, and he’ll go to things like dueling matches for the same reason. He’ll never just let a friend do something stupid, even if he’d do the exact same thing himself, and always looks out for others. He often speaks his mind, telling the truth rather than whatever people may want to hear. He rarely thinks before he speaks.
It isn’t that he never thinks; Mark is actually quite intelligent when he wants to be. He just doesn’t have the attention span to listen in class all of the time. Other times he just doesn’t think far enough ahead to think ahead… that’s just Mark for you!
Because Mark was an only child and his parents slowly stopped paying a lot of attention to him around the age of seven, he is pretty confident in his own abilities. He can make decisions for himself and knows that he’ll be fine in the end. He’ll listen to advice from others but he’ll seldom take it. As he spent a lot of time alone as a child, he almost feels like a burden or a bother when he takes up too much of someone’s time; it’s just something he isn’t used to.
History: His mother’s name is Alexi, and his father, Kristopher. Neither of them have had much of an impact on their son’s life, and he has no siblings. He has other family, aunts and uncles and such, but he rarely sees them except for the occasional Christmas gathering when he was younger. Family isn’t very important to Mark; his friends are like his family to him. Alexi and Kristopher had both been Slytherins when they went to Hogwarts. Mark is pretty sure that they are, were, or at least deal with the Death Eaters. Why, Mark hasn’t a clue, because he has never spoken to them about that matter, or any other matter. His parents usually kept to themselves while they were at home, which was often, working in the study or up in their bedroom, both places which Mark was forbidden to enter. Because of this, he rarely saw them. Of course they took care of him when he was little, and they spent a fair amount of time being just like all the other parents, teaching him words and how to walk, giving him toys and letting him watch TV. It was when he was around the age of seven or eight years old, in their mind old enough to begin to play and spent time on his own, that they began to get caught up in whatever it was they did.
His parents both had jobs with a very low-key newspaper that didn’t have a very well known reputation, yet they lived very comfortably off of money claimed to be left as inheritance by Kristopher’s parents when they passed away. Mark’s grandparents died when he was only two, and since he wasn’t old enough to know them that well he wasn’t very affected by their deaths. Mark got used to being alone, and usually spent his time wandering the neighborhood during the day, always coming back by his curfew of 8:00 at night. He was a very good child, never crossing his parents’ wishes or disrespecting them in any way.
One of his closest childhood friends was a girl down the street from him by the name of Pixie Profeta. Pixie wasn’t her real name, of course, but he had never known her by anything other than that and she never went by anything other than that, so he never questioned it. His parents were friends with her father, which was one of the things that, as he grew older, led Mark to believe that his parents dealt with the Death Eaters in some way. The first time they met was at the local park, where the two of them raced to see who could climb up into the rafters of the covered pavilion where the picnic tables were. Mark won, but barely, and the second time around he lost due to falling from about ten feet up. The two realized that they were the perfect daredevil couple, and often did stupid and ridiculous stunts for their own amusement and the amusement of the other kids who dared them. They quickly became close friends.
As a younger child, Mark was always pretty unique. He loved to just be outside, no matter what he was doing, and often made excuses to leave his house. Perhaps this was because his parents usually seemed to be busy, and the house bored him… but for whatever the reason, he loved the outdoors. He would participate in games held at the park with his friends from the neighborhood; as Mark was very sociable he was always invited to play and usually the first one picked for a team, even though he very well may have been the worst athlete there, including the kid with the crutches! Mark was never athletically gifted, that was for sure. He could run fast, but that was about it. He couldn’t catch very well and had little balance, though none of that bothered him any.
Once Mark reached the age of ten he began to get restless. He was tired of coming home to a silent house and having to warm up dinner because his parents hadn’t waited for him to come home, even though some of that was his fault for being a little late, or having them not be at home at all for an entire day at a time. He wasn’t lonely, exactly, because he played with the kids around the neighborhood all throughout the day, but he was getting bored with his daily routine. He began to stay out later each night, wandering the dark neighborhood, not at all frightened by the difference of being alone during the day and being alone at night. He walked the streets of his suburban home without fear, smiling and waving to strangers and even bringing with some meat from his freezer at home to feed to stray animals he came across. He was careless in his attitude and never thought about the dangers of something, only how fun it was and the positives. Once his parents realized, after several weeks I might add, that he was coming home at 9, sometimes even 10 at night, they grounded him. Perhaps they really did care a little more than they had been letting on. With nowhere to explore outside for two weeks, Mark turned to exploring his home.
He was digging through the attic when he came across a dusty old black and white camera. Blowing the thin layer of brown dust off of the dull black camera, he wondered if it still worked. Without bothering to ask his parents for help, Mark went to the Library and found a book or two on photography. What he read didn’t seem all that difficult, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t have the free time to spend learning the new trade. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to work the camera, which wasn’t broken like he had originally thought, and he had quickly used up all of the film he’d found in the attic… all eight rolls of it! At first his pictures were amateurish, of random things with no real angle or style to them, but as he turned eleven and twelve he started to take it a little more seriously once he found out that people make a living off of taking pictures. He had his own dark room at home, the only thing he’d ever asked his parents for, where he developed, and still develops, pictures. The prospect of making a living off of something that he enjoyed was a brilliant idea, and he set his mind to it at the age of eleven.
The age of eleven also marked his starting school. Upon his arrival at Hogwarts, Mark realized for the first time that he was very lucky. While many of the other students had pre-set ideas about everybody in their minds from things their parents said about the different houses or blood lines of families, Mark was free to come up with his own impressions on everybody. He wasn’t prejudiced against Muggle-born students, even though his parents were, because he never spent enough time with them for their views to rub off on him. He was sorted into Hufflepuff with no hesitation from the Sorting Hat, which deeply depressed his parents when they found out, both of them having been in Slytherin. They had at least been hoping for Ravenclaw, but they knew that there was no use in fighting the hat, and he was their son. They couldn’t just abandon him over something stupid like his house.
Mark was always a bit detached from the world, never really getting emotionally attached to many things. He thought this not only made life safer for him, but it also made it more fun. The second you begin to devote your entire life to reaching goals, everything is a task to be completed instead of something to live through and enjoy. He didn’t want to live like that and be stressed out every day. He was only eleven! He didn’t really take school that seriously and was happy to scrape by in some subjects just as long as he was having fun. He usually got average grades to good grades, but wasn’t even close to the top of his class. He didn’t attached too much importance to grades, because he knew he just wanted to be a photographer when he grew up. He wouldn’t have anybody say anything contrary to that statement, which he firmly believed in; he was destined to be a photographer.
Mark was never really into sports; though he dutifully went to every Quidditch match that Hufflepuff was in, if only to support his house. He didn’t particularly like the sport… well, he didn’t like any sports, nor does he now. His first year he made several friends, that number growing with each year. He never got extremely close to many of them, though he did have a lot of friends, and he did have a few close friends.
When Pixie came to Hogwarts in his second year and was sorted into Gryffindor, Mark was relieved. Pixie was like a little sister to him in many ways, and the two were virtually unable to be separated for the first half of the year. Like some good childhood friendships, however, the two soon split ways a little. They were still good friends, and spoke during meals and social events, but Pixie had made some of her own friends and Mark had his own friends from the previous year that he didn’t want to lose. His second year went by in a pretty uneventful blur.
Mark’s third year was a year of change for him. He was allowed to pick an elective or two, and this was a struggle for the 13 year old. He had never really been much of an animal person, but that was only because his mother was allergic to cat hair and other various animal dander/hair. He decided that giving Care of Magical Creatures a try sounded alright, and stuck with that. Again, it also seemed like one of the easier classes and Mark was never really up for an academic challenge. He would much rather find a nice large class where he wouldn’t be noticed drifting off every now and then. Plus, his access to the animals would give him more photo opportunities!
It was only in Mark’s fourth year that he truly got into the sport of Quidditch. He still couldn’t play it, or rather he wouldn’t because he had tried once and was so horrible that he refused to try again in public. He began to get into watching the sport itself, though, and was quite the enthusiastic fan at this point. He began to sketch this year as well, when he had ideas or a specific image in his mind that he wanted to capture or get through to someone. The artistic side of him grew a lot his year, especially during the winter months.
This past summer his parents got him, for his birthday, a video camera which runs off of some special potion that they had acquired for him, which works somewhat like muggle batteries in theory. He began filming certain events, and though he isn’t as used to this as he is his regular film camera he uses it a lot!
Throughout all five of these years Mark has never really ‘had a girlfriend’, which is something he may be looking to change in this his fifth year at Hogwarts. He also wants to make a few closer friends instead of just having a bunch of acquaintances. These are just a few of the things he has planned for himself this year, though he’ll just end up taking things as they come. Something was bound to happen eventually, after all!
RP Sample: Anybody who knew Mark Sorelli could tell that something was up. Mark walked down the hallways briskly, not even glancing at the people he passed and bumped into along the way. His shoes were untied and his hair was lying flat and un-styled at the top of his head, not even combed out. Mark never went anywhere in a hurry, it just wasn’t the sort of thing he would ever do. When he had somewhere to go he always walked at a steady, sometimes even sluggish pace, knowing that he’d get there when he’d get there and wherever he was going wasn’t going to disappear if he didn’t get there right away. He usually looked as if he had all the time in the world, which he did.
As he rushed from the double-doored entrance to the school he hastily wrapped his black and white striped scarf around his neck, and buttoned his jean jacket. The twinkle to his light blue eyes easily gave away the fact that he was excited, as did the enthusiastically impatient grin that had lazily spread across his features. There were two bags slung over his shoulder, both rectangular in shape and about 10 inches by 6 inches in size, but that wasn’t anything new. Those two bags contained the two items that Mark valued more than life itself: his cameras. One of them was a new video camera, just bought over the summer, and the other was his old black and white camera. He used both of them equally, and never left without both of them slung over his shoulder incase he just happened to run into a photo opportunity. This was his favorite photo opportunity of the year.
The first snow of the year. As Mark burst through the giant double doors of the Entrance Hall and skid to a halt at the top of the stone stars, his breath caught in his throat. These were always the most beautiful pictures of the year, especially when you were at Hogwarts. It had only been snowing for about an hour before he woke up, so there was only a light coating of white powder on the frozen ground, some of the surface of the lake’s icy top. Taking out his camera Mark got to work, pausing for minutes at time to get the perfect angle of an object then taking the picture. He rarely did pictures of people, but there were two first years who were so thrilled at the sight of snow that he just had to capture that emotion before turning back to pictures of the glazed lake and frosted trees. Even the castle itself looked better with the snow! Yes, this was indeed his favorite time of the year. A bitter cold wind roared with a sudden, deafening blow, but the cold didn’t seem to affect Mark while he was absorbed in his work, even though he wasn’t even wearing a jacket over his robes. Seeing more and more people outside his first thought was of irritation, that he’d never be able to get a good shot with all of these people, but then he realized that it must be getting late for so many people to be outside. A bell rang in the distance and he realized that he must’ve missed breakfast… and now he was going to be late for Potions!
“Crap. Crap times infinity,” Mark mumbled to himself, hastily packing up his camera and sprinting off towards the Hufflepuff Dorms. He didn’t even have his books with him! Still, there was a smile on his face at the prospect of developing these pictures later on. This was definitely his favorite time of the year.
Edited by: Erica Nightshade at: 1/7/06 1:28 pm
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