Post by desitack on Jan 18, 2011 0:55:59 GMT -4
Name: Hassan Ali
gender: Male
Age: 16
grade: Sophomore
birthday: July 24
Hometown: Agrabah, Saudi Arabia
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Playby: Avan Jogia
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Dark tan.
Hair: Long and a bit wavy in heat.
eyes Brown
Height: Six foot
Weight: 150 pounds
Body Type: He looks thin but he has a sporty build, nothing too built but muscular in areas he's worked the most, like his legs.
Other freckles, not on his face but a few here and there on his arms and chest and such.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: animals, eating, running, learning, being social.
Dislikes: being caught, being alone, bread, being an outcast, grass.
Strengths: Resourceful, fast, has a way with words, quick learner, good with girls.
Weaknesses: prone to stealing, prone to lying, angers quickly, can't cook, hates working with others in class.
Fears: being sent back home, failing a class, noting making friends.
Personality: Hassan has always been alone in life, he was an orphan in the streets of Agrabah and had to steal and lie to live so he tends to revert back to that when he's in a pickle. He didn't have very many friends so now that he's surounded by peers he loves to make as many friends as possible. He also feels like he has to prove himself so when he's made fun of he's quick to rage and often resorts to fighting.
Where I Began
Mother: He doesn't know.
Father: Same.
Siblings: There are none that he knows of.
Other Relatives: Lelia Muhammad was the mother of the orphanage that took him in a sent him to the US for his education.
Pets: He'd love to have one, but doesn't yet.
friends: none yet.
History: Hassan has always assumed that he was born in Agrabah, he doesn't remember his parents or his siblings if he has any. For as long as he can remember he has lived on the streets. Sometimes he has lived with other people but never with anyone who has claimed him as family.
He was taken into an orphanage when he was ten, the mother there was impressed at how smart he was even though he had never gone to school. He was a very quick learner and she decided that he would need to further his education past their one room school house at the orphanage. They filled out many applications for schools all over the world. He picked Yen Sid Academy in the end because they offered him a scholarship. The orphanage mother held fund raisers to earn enough money to fly him to the states and at the age of sixteen Hassan was off on the adventure of a lifetime.
Class Schedule, Sports and Clubs
1 - Biology
2 - World Cultures
3 - American Literature
4 - Photography
5 - LUNCH
6 - Algebra II
7 - American History
8 - Astronomy
9 - Drawing
10 - Study Hall
Sports:
Cross Country
Track
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Destiny
age: 19
contacts PM - I have msn, yahoo and aim if you'd like to add me, just ask for my screen name.
Birthday March 13
How did you find us? Hatter
Time Zone EST
Writing Sample: Severus inspected his blade throughly. It needed a good sharpening but it would do for now, it was sharp enough to get the job done for the time being. Careful he set it to the plant and waited for it to straighten against the feel of the blade. This particular plant was hard to deal with at times, it wiggled and squirmed, but if the blade was cold enough it would bristle against it and as long as you were quick you could slice a stalk without a fight. Severus slashed through the green and it's severed leaves shivered and feel limp. He stuffed them quickly into the vial he had brought to the greenhouse with him. With a curt thankful nod to Professor Sprout he left stashed his vial and blade into his cloak and headed out into the cold toward the front of the castle.
The cold air nipped at him, it was a tad colder than he had expected when he had left the castle and now he was really feeling it. He pulled his cloak closer to him and grumbled under his breath. The dungeons were drafty and cold, yes, but at least there he could keep a fire to stay warm. Winter weather was coming all too quickly. Hell, it wasn't even October yet!
He met the path in front of the castle a few minutes after he left the warm greenhouses and the sight of the great wooden doors gave him hope. He quickened his pace. It took him a moment to see a figure - a young man with white hair. Surely this student shouldn't be out of the castle. "You there." he called in a stern but lazy voice. As he approached he noticed something familiar about the figure. Sure there were a few features that were off but he was sure he knew this person. It wasn't until he identified the cat that he had mistakenly taken to be a scarf that he realized that he had been ready to chastise another professor. A bit of a blush rose to his checks, not so much that it couldn't be acreadited to the cold but enough to annoy the man.
"Ahhh," he voice drew out, "My mistake Professor Stohker. I thought you were a student. My apologies." he didn't sound very convincing but that was pretty normal.
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