ZABINI, blaise aiden

[Blaise Zabini]

BLAISE. AIDEN. ZABINI !

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THE SORTING HAT SAYS....
ARROGANT | INDIFFERENT | INTELLIGENT | CASANOVA
ah I see, better be...
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...the wand chooses the wizard

Full Name: blaise aiden zabini
Age/ B-day seventeen/ april twenty-third
Gender: male
Blood Status: half-blood (but his mum’s the only one who knows)
Wand: 10 ¾”; maple wood; dragon heartstring
Year: seventh
Side: neutral
Sexuality: heterosexual

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like plastic, like barbie...

Eyes:dark brown; sunken; cold
Hair:short; well cared for; dark brown
Height:6’ 2”
Weight: one hundred sixty pounds
Cloths/ Style:Chances are, if you’re seeing Mr. Zabini out of his school uniform, he’s dressed primly in the finest slacks and button down shirts money can buy. That is to say, the majority of his public life is spent in exactly the same sort of get-up he wears at Hogwarts. Black, white, grey and navy blue are the colors most often seen gracing his aristocratic frame. Often these are accompanied with luxurious robes and cloaks, specially made gloves and handsome dress shoes. Dressing down really isn’t a term applies to Blaise. Just ask his silk boxers.
Play By: kevin flamme

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...they say inside is what counts
what's inside that shell of yours?

Full Personality:
For those seeking to personify arrogance, they need look no farther than Blaise Zabini. It fairly oozes out of his every pore. The haughty tilt of his chin, the slightly upturned nose, the dismissive eyes and gestures, and the exquisite workmanship of his clothes all scream “Holier than thou.” And why shouldn’t they? Due to the series of increasingly unfortunate and increasingly suspicious deaths of Mrs. Zabini’s rich husbands, the Zabini family has collected quite the little fortune. Since the moment of his birth, Blaise has been sitting in the lap of luxury. He’s run with the highest circles of society, been raised to embrace the “purity” of his blood, taught to scorn those of a lesser status. It’s no small wonder he has such a gift for making each and every person he so much as glances at feel less than the dirt on his shoes if he so desires.

There is no one group of people singled out to receive the young man’s disdain and similarly, there is no one group of people excluded from it. Blaise is as comfortable tormenting mudbloods and muggle lovers as he is thumbing his nose at Voldemort’s followers. In his eyes, they are all equally inferior. Fortunately for the young man’s hide, he’s perfected the art of slight jabs which can hit a nerve without causing unnecessary backlash. However, you’re most likely to escape the scorn of Blaise Zabini if you have breasts. While being extraordinarily difficult to truly please romantically, he is a shameless flirt who delights in the winning of innocent hearts with his charming smile and bottomless pocket of gold. Buried deep within the prick is a sensitive guy who Blaise uses to woo his latest conquest. But the majority of these girls are simply toys to play with until he gets bored and moves on to the next which has resulted in a trail of broken hearts.

Blaise’s life is structured around interactions with people he cares nothing for. The “friends” he makes are merely friends of convenience and even then they can hardly be counted as anything more than acquaintances. Living in the highest branches of society has yielded friends who, rather than stand by each other, would just as soon stab you in the back. Occasionally the heart breaker will find a woman who he could possibly come to love but he’s discovered the unfortunate fact that as soon as you stop bringing them expensive gifts, they move on to the next man. The only person besides himself that Blaise really gives a rip about is his mum. Plenty of people view her as a snobby, gold digging, ice queen but towards her son she’s a tender, loving woman who only wants the best and the brightest for him.

And where do we meet the people who can provide this bright future for her only son? Why parties of course. Blaise will tolerate these affairs, the how do you dos, and the arse kissing if only to please Mother. Among all social circles there are vastly mixed feelings on the boy with some finding him to be utterly unpleasant and far too arrogant for his own good while some view him as a charming lad destined for greatness. But connections are hardly the only reason Blaise will, in his opinion, grace the party goers with his presence. If it were, he’d hardly bother with those ridiculous little Quidditch after-parties. Let’s just be frank here. Blaise likes his booze. He has ever since his first sip of firewhiskey. By no means an alcoholic he does enjoy a pleasant buzz and will spend most Friday and Saturday nights wrapped up in one. Because... well why not?
Likes: finally being able to do magic outside of hogwarts; cooking.. the muggle way (yes, you heard right); drunken musings; weekends and summers; flirting, snogging, you name it; the side of his mom no one else sees; defense against the dark arts
Dislikes: know-it-alls; people who won’t shut up; people poking into his personal life; ugly girls flirting with him; getting up before he’s ready; long essays
Boggart: The Zabini’s haven’t exactly kept a squeaky clean slate. His mother especially. Blaise’s greatest fear, cliche as it is, is losing his mother. Husbands and friends have come and gone, but they’ve always had each other.
Dementor: Watching Father #4 striking his mother. Blaise was only eight at the time and the man had come home in a drunken rage, called his mom some choice words, and slapped her. Just after came one of Blaise’s first unintentional spurts of magic.
Patronus: When Blaise was five he met Amanda. It was his first instance of puppy love and the memories of chasing her around the grounds trying to get a kiss have stuck with him since. cougar
Amorentia: cinnamon; lemon; baby powder; apple blossom
Veritaserum::he’d like just one person to be able to fully open up to; he’s afraid of ‘love’
Strengths: potions; holding his drink; manipulating situations to his advantage
Weaknesses: beautiful women (but he’s got strict standards); his mum; staying faithful (to anyone)

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what happens when families are around?

Mother:Eleanor Alessia Zabini
blood status: pure-blood
age: thirty-nine
occupation: none
affiliation: unaffiliated
parents: [here] Lorraine and Pierre
former house: slytherin
Father: (unknown) Joseph Solomon Aitken
blood status: muggle
age: thirty-six
occupation: banker
affiliation: n/a
parents: [here] Aurora and Lucas
former house: n/a
Siblings:
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parents:
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Wealth Status: upper class
Full History:
Blaise never had one of those ‘cute and cuddly’ childhoods and his concept of family is just about as warped as it can be. With a steady steam of suitors at his mother’s door and seven seperate ‘fathers’ by the time he was fourteen, the idea of commitment has never fully hit home with him. And that was why by the time he was six no one wanted him on their team when they were playing a downright childish version of quidditch three feet off the ground. Blaise had already grasped the idea that being on the winning team is all that matters and would think nothing of beginning to play for the other team halfway through the game. Not that it mattered to him if they wanted him to play or not. Even then he’d prefer to stand quietly by his mother’s leg and listen to her conversations or go wandering off by himself to create his own little games. Right from the start he’d been on the outside looking in and he wouldn’t have changed that for the world.

1991 came around and Blaise was off with fellow pure-bloods Draco and Pansy for their first year at Hogwarts. It soon became evident to his teachers that he was an intelligent enough boy if only he’d apply himself. But for all the time he spent with a thick book propped open on his lap or sitting in contemplative silence he only rarely completed a homework assignment with any degree of excellence, pulled the lowest passing grade he possibly could, and waited until exams to put in any real effort. The only class he consistently worked hard in was potions. Occasionally he could be found trailing Draco Malfoy and his little gang. By definition, they were all friends but his primary role in the group was the silent observer. In his sixth year, Blaise was accepted into the Slug Club although he could hardly explain why he even bothered going.

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and let's see who works behind the scenes...

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RP Sample:
When you thought about it, it kind of sucked how everyone that Jamie used his pouty face on most often were beginning to grow immune to it. It still worked alright but with every pout it got a little less potent. “What do action stars do?” The fact of the matter was, outside of animated movies Jamie didn’t really watch them. So other than knowing scary movies would give him bad dreams he didn’t know much about ‘big kid movies’. “I can kick your butt!” As if to prove his point, Jamie kicked his small foot up in the air as high as he could. The goal wasn’t necessarily to hit Sanji anywhere so much as it was to show that he could indeed get his foot high enough to literally kick Sanji’s butt. And given that the foot came just about level with its target height, the point was indeed made. Jamie looked up at Sanji wide-eyed. “They’d kill me!?”

Just thinking about strawberry ice cream had Jamie licking his lips. “The smooth kind or the one with strawberry chunks?” Either way it didn’t really matter. You just couldn’t go wrong with strawberry ice cream. Or strawberry milk. They probably came from the same pink cow. “Sanji, think daddy’d get me a cow?” Anyone that hung around with Jamie knew to expect these random little thoughts. “Just for me?” Greedy little boy. First he wants ice cream, then he wants a cow, and now he’s asking for a mountain of tacos just for him. Jamie shook his head forcefully as the older man denied being a dragon. Gesturing to the smoke winding up in the air on little currents he said, “Dragons make smoke. Just like that.”

“Why do you need to be older? I can kick like you! Hiyah!” Jumping into the air as high as he could, Jamie landed -not too softly- in a ninja pose. On his face was a look of sheer determination. Now was his time to prove himself because we all know where asking Jackie would get him. Nowhere. He loved her and of course they did fun stuff together like play music and go fish and eat tacos. But sometimes she didn’t know how to have enough fun and would say no to things he really wanted to do. And he knew good and well she wouldn’t let him try smoking even if he could kick like Sanji. Talking about having no experience with what dogs would like made Jamie’s face fall. Recently he’d begun to entertain the idea of getting a dog but somehow he didn’t see it happening. “I don’t either. I’ve never had a dog. Just a crummy goldfish.” That had committed even though Jamie didn’t know it. “But I think he likes pepperoni.”

The depressed look on the boy’s face lifted when Sanji caved. Jamie had never learned any real ninja secrets from a real ninja... in training before. “I won’t tell anyone. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die.” While he spoke, he drew an ‘x’ across his chest, looking unusually solemn. “No they don’t silly,” was all the protest Jamie gave to being made to wait to hear the top secret ninja secrets. As it had come out, Jamie hadn’t really meant anything by his ‘inside cooking’ comment. But once his stomach let out a low, long gurgle it struck him that his babysitter should go cook for him. Still he shook his head to say that no, it wasn’t a hint. Jamie’s nose twitched a bit as Sanji looked over at the stalls. Jamie wasn’t sure if he’d heard whatever it was that caught the older man’s attention but the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Strictly speaking the boy didn’t like anything loud... or anything scary. And if Sanji was backing up, it fell under the second category. Slowly Jamie sidled closer to his babysitter.

Jamie let out a pathetic whimper and flailed his hands around some more, mussing up his hair in the process. Constantly flailing would protect him from the evil spiders until the left. “Let’s go!” And that was how they found Jamie dangling from the bag which was apparently going to be his ticket out of the bathroom. Every now and then the tips of his toes would brush against the floor. And so they made a very strange sight. Sanji hoisting up a duffel bag with Ben’s son dangling off the end. Jamie doing an odd sort of bounce every time his feet touched the floor in order to propel himself forward a little and to give him time to readjust his hold on the bag.

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