Doloran, Sage

[Sage Doloran]

{ About The MEMBER }

NAME: Ellen
AGE: 22
TIME ZONE: Central
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Often
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I told you, I've got mad stalker skills.
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: The usual places
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Adessa Creed, Rinestta Du'Cal, Isabella Malvae, Shenea Itotia

{ About The CHARACTER }

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Sage Anthony Doloran
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CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: 6th
AGE: 16
DOB: November 1st
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
WAND: Redwood, 14 in., Essence of Cyclops Eyelash
BROOM: Tinderblast
PET: A Black Cat, Nickademus

APPEARANCE:
Sage, despite his age, has yet to achieve great heights- literally. He’s really rather short in comparison to his classmates, but makes up for his lack of height with build, good looks, and personality. He has short, dark hair that is always organized and taken care of, and his clothing is always neat and tidy, even if he does have a bit of a sloucher’s complex with his school uniform. The boy is generally always seen smiling, and the effect usually reaches all the way up to his chocolate-dark eyes.

While Sage is indeed a bit on the short side, his years of Quidditch have done wonders to his structure. Being a Beater worked it's magic on him and toned both his arms and chest better then any muggle weight set ever could. He doesn't particularly care that this is apparently an appealing quality to some girls, especially seeing as how he's a bit oblivious to the fact that anyone could find him attractive. He spends most of his time either practicing for Quidditch, or lounging around campus with his dorm mates, thus always leaving him either rather clean, or extremely dirty. If ever he does end up smudged with dirt and the like, he usually spends his entire day like this, only cleaning up before dinner or bed.

The boy is quite comfortable with himself in all aspects, despite the jabs at his slightly short nature. He's never one to worry about his appearance, or drone on and on for hours about how good he looks/doesn't look. He's quite happy the way he is and doesn't plan to change that for anyone.
FACE CLAIM: Steve Strait

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Sage is kind, caring, sweet, well mannered, and hardly has a temper at all. His friends and family always come first on his list, and no matter what, his loyalties to the people he cares about are his highest priority. He always manages to find the bright side of everything, even when things look their worst or life seems to hard to handle for most. Within his group, he’s been proclaimed as their ’Ray of Sunshine’ and he really has no protests over the matter.

With his natural passive nature, Sage has a high respect for authority figures and those older then him. He isn’t one to purposefully track down a confrontation or start one for that matter, and usually he’ll do everything he can to avoid a fight of any kind- even if it’s not his own. He doesn’t like to see people squabbling, and he’s a firm believer that everyone should just learn to get along (most Slytherins excluded.)

Above all else, Sage is a rather fierce friend. He’s been a shoulder to cry on, someone to simply snuggle with when times are bad, and even has been used to vent on several times throughout his years. Yet he never expects anything in return and is quite content with his life the way it is. He does have a rather strong passion for Quidditch and does like to talk about it an awful lot, though he has learned when the right time to do as such is, when it’s not the right time, and when to simply shut up about the game when people have had enough.

Even with his addiction to Quidditch, Sage has a rather lazy side. If he’s not required to go to class or isn’t trying to comfort someone, he can usually be found lazing about somewhere without a care in the world. It isn’t completely common for him to be found snoozing somewhere, but simply laying about, taking up as much space as possible. He’ll be the first to admit he’s lazy, though only ever puts up with being called as such by his Housemates

BOGGART: His mother being harmed in a Quidditch acciddent
PATRONUS: A Harp Seal
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: To become a professional Quidditch Player


SPECIAL ABILITIES: N/A
BLOOD: Half-Blood
BIRTHPLACE: His grandmother's house in Irerland (No, his grandmother isn't Irish, she just lives there)
MY FAMILY:

Daven Doloran- Father
Tesla Doloran- Mother
Daven Doloran Jr. (DJ)- Oldest Brother
Sadler Doloran- Second Oldest Brother
Markus Doloran- Third Oldest Brother

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Sage grew up in a rather awkward household. It wasn’t bad, it was just simply strange. His mother had married a Wizard straight out of Hogwarts, though the family lost him in a rather nasty accident at work. Sage’s oldest two brothers lost their father to the Ministry and due to the man being an Unspeakable, none of the family was ever told what, exactly happened. Over the years, however, their mother fell in love with a Squib and thus the younger two boys were born.

The fact that Markus and Sage are halfblooded while Daven and Sadler are not doesn’t disturb the family in the least little bit. It does, however, make bickering a bit biased, though the family is always quick to make up. Sage’s addiction to Quidditch came at a young age due to the fact that all of his brothers had played for their House Teams, and his mother was a Professional for the Holyhead Harpies (and still likes to play despite her retirement.)

With a family rather well known for it’s Quidditch skills, it was only natural for Sage to fall in line as he reached the years old enough to play in Hogwarts. As such, he was first in line in his house to try out, and has been as such every year as the team continues to change and shift.

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RP EXAMPLE:
While Sage had been on his toes most of the day- what with wrestling friends, ornery House Mates, and other obnoxious people seeming to think today was just a day to wrestle and mess around- the last thing the dark haired boy had expected was a book to come flying at his head when he entered the common room via the boy's dormitory stairs. Instinctively, his Beater dominant hand shot up and blocked the offending text book, though all he could do was stare after it for a moment. His eyes, now highly widened, then shifted to the direction the book came from and found one Saorise McCloud responsible for the act. "Merlin, Ris. Aiming to take my head off?" he questioned, his tone slightly heightened due to his mild shock.

His joking mannerism, however, was cut short when he caught sight of the expression on the girl's face. Slowly Sage's comically wide expression faded into concern and the boy slowly advanced the distance between him and Saorise. "Hey, are you alright? You look a bit..." he faltered here, not quite sure which word he wanted to use. She looked angry- obviously- yet hurt and betrayed all at the same time. With careful steps, he closed the distance between himself and the girl- though stopped just outside of her bubble space out of respect- and crouched down in front of her. "What did you do?" he asked, gesturing to her hand, "And are you going to be alright?"

It was one of the lamest questions you could ask a person when they were obviously suffering, but Sage couldn't help it. His friend was upset, and worse, hurt, and stupidity was easy to come by when concern was lacing every inch of your mind. "What ever it is, Ris, you know I'm here for you, right?" He offered her that one of a kind smile as his head canted a bit to the side, "If you need to or want to talk, I'll listen. S'what friends are for, aye?"
ANSWER: Everyone died.
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{ CODE OF CONDUCT }

I, Ellen have read the rules of the site and accept to comply with them and their modifications. I understand that this is a mature site with mature matters. I understand that I must be open minded about it and will not complain, since it was stated in the rules I read. I will treat all members and staff alike and with respect. I understand that the staff has the power to delete and/or ban me for whatever reason they see fit.

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