[smear:#9f0000]Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for You know it's true Everything I do I do it for you[/smear:#696969:0]
Basics
Full Name | Zane Ryder Silverling Nicknames | None Birthday | March 17th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Bounty Hunter and Sanctuary Bar Grade | Graduated Age | 21 Species | Human Faction: Warlock Relationship | Single
Appearance
Face Claim | Jordan Barrett Eye Color | Hazel Hair Color | Blonde Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Muscular yet slender
Personality
Love It! •
+ My brother Zevran + My sister Deserene + Being a Warlock + My covenant + Working at Sanctuary Bar + Being a bounty hunter
Hate It! •
- When someone messes with my siblings. - Somebody messing with the covenant. - When there is trouble at the bar. - Hangovers - Whoever killed my parents. - Raisins there just horrible!
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My siblings + My friends + The Covenant - My siblings - My friends - Girls
Fears •
• Losing my siblings. • Never being good enough. • Not fulfilling my dreams.
Dreams •
• Finding and bringing to justice those that killed my parents. • Finding the love that my parents had
Full Personality: •
I am loyal to the core. I've always been with my family and friends. I'm Intelligent and with Determination added in I can accomplish quite a lot in getting where I want to be. I it on my own merit and the right way. Otherwise it isn't worth having. I like to strive for perfection in other things sometimes going a bit overboard.
Empathy is the ability to sense other people's emotions, coupled with the ability to imagine what someone else might be thinking or feeling. I have this. Sometimes I don't have to imagine it especially if I've been through something like it and experienced the raw pain for myself. I sometimes think it's a curse to have empathy as I can't shut off concerned feelings then or even happiness when the situation is that way.
Unfortunately I can be a bit selfish in wanting things. That stems when my brother's attention is elsewhere, and not on me for a change as I'm used to it. I've always been a bit of a rule breaker in pushing boundaries, and sneaky in the ways I goes about it. Cause if you're out after curfew you have to be sneaky not to get caught. I did that a lot when I was at Ilvermorny. Sometimes my determination keeps me going at things beyond my endurance pushing myself to do things. I can be a bit prideful in what I have achieved and accomplished in my life so far. As for my messiness I try to keep that to just my room.
Father | Zevidiah Randolph Silverling (deceased) Mother | Zarah Renee Collingwood Silverling Siblings | Michaela Renee Chambers (Half sister-deceased) Zevran Rafe SilverlingDeserene Matilynn Silverling Spouse | None Children | None Other family | None
History
My parents, Zoologist, Zevadiah Silverling and Zarah Collingwood, got together when they attended high school as they both had similar interests, and fell in love. Unfortunately her parents broke it up having arranged a marriage of convenience for their family. Zarah married another, having a daughter that was named Michaela. She continued to do her dream though as a Zoologist. Which her parents and husband didn't like at all. She wasn't giving that up though. Her husband ended up falling in love and married another, divorcing her. She had never given up contact with Zevidiah, and went straight to him when she was finally given a divorce. Her daughter was now ten and her husband took full custody of her. She was Daddy's girl after all which hurt Zarah, especially when her daughter would pick up on how her father treated her mother. She was still given visitation rights which she kept up even with her daughter's indifference towards her. She and Zev were finally married and a couple of years later their oldest son Zevran was born. They doted on him for three years before they had another son that they named Zane. Their boys were everything to them, and they loved them more than life. A beautiful daughter, they named Deserene, was finally born to them four years later. They also belonged to a covenant called the Sons and Daughters of New Orleans, and were part owners in a bar and grill called Sanctuary.
I was a happy baby for my parents. Even as a baby they could tell that I was curious as I would watch everyone and everything. Especially my big brother Zevran. As I grew they realized I was a brave one for I didn't seem to be afraid of anything. Getting into anything and everything. Trying to play with baby snakes which made my mother scream in horror grabbing me and running. All it did was make me laugh though. Zevidiah and Zarah got me some rubber snakes and animated them for me to play with. Which delighted me and kept me away from the real ones. Though the charms on the rubber snakes should have worn off, somehow they stayed on. It took them awhile to figure out that the adorable two year old was doing it himself. They let us boys keep our hair long, and I had locks of dark golden hair. The little curls would bounce all over. Zevidiah and Zarah traveled with their work as a team and took us boys with them. Zarah still made trips to see her daughter. Even kept going when she was asked not to come when her daughter became a teenager. No matter what, she loved her daughter the same as she loved us boys. She wasn't going to give up on her. Us boys grew up learning about animals too. As we would sit by campfires at night and they would tell us about all kinds of animals.
When I was around seven and Zevran was ten, Deserene would have been three. We went to Arizona to find an endangered bird located in the southwestern United States. I found the whole experience magical. As it was the last special time I would spend with my parents. A week later while we were still in Arizona someone attacked our parents while Zevran, Deserene and I were out playing. We heard our mother's screams, and ran back to camp. Zevran stopped us and pulled us back hurriedly hiding us when we saw our parents weren’t alone. We were peeking through the foliage and saw our parents killed. It was quiet in the camp now but it sounded like someone breaking things. Zevran had kept his hand over our mouths as I was trying to ask questions, and wanting to know what was going on while Deserene was crying. After what seemed like an eternity the man got into a vehicle and left. It was a bit before my brother told us to stay put, and he went peeking out of our hiding place. He finally let us come out, and we walked the rest of the way into the camp to find everything on fire and our parents' lifeless bodies. That was an experience that haunted me. Somehow I was picking up on my brother's and sister's feelings too, making it even worse for me.
We were miles from the nearest town not for sure how to get to the nearest one. We knew our parents checked in with our parent's friends once a week, and vice versa. If one didn't hear from the other then they would know something was wrong. In a couple of days my parents were supposed to check in. They had something called a satellite phone, but it must have been where the worst of the fire was so we had no way to contact anyone. So we found what we could to eat out of what wasn't on fire so that we would have something to eat. Our parents hadn't just taught us about animals, but how to survive too. It was three days later that friends of our parents, and members of our covenant showed up, finding us, and taking us somewhere safe. Unfortunately I hadn't said a word since I had seen my parents. No matter how much my brother had tried. Days later were the funerals of our parents in New Orleans. Our parents' friends had offered to take us in since neither set of grandparents were still alive. The only next of kin was our eighteen year old older half sister, Michaela, from our mother, who hadn’t even bothered to come to the funeral. Our parents had in the will they wanted Michaela to take us in. That family needed a blood family to be around for them.
Michaela had only been out of school for a year. She was outraged at what her mother's will had in it. She sneered down at us, but with her wanting what others had she usually got her way. So when she found out there were others who wanted to take us in she did so out of spite. It was a year that I didn't want to remember at all. If I wasn't locked in my room when home from some elite private school then my half sister Michaela was after us about something. She made fun of me for not talking. She'd get into my face and yell at me if I wouldn't talk till Zevran would come running, and get me away from her standing up to our elder half sister. She would get bored of us and jet off somewhere enjoying herself for weeks at a time much to our relief. After that first summer she put us into a private boarding school not wanting us at the mansion anymore. It was better for us there than with her. We had friends there and thrived. Also the poor staff at the mansion didn’t have to worry about taking care of us. Michaela’s father and step mother lived in a house in New York City so we hardly ever saw them, and we realized that Michaela would go there a lot too.
I finally confided in my brother about how I picked up on other's feelings and sometimes it would be even harder when I finally broke down and talked. How it had been the day our parents died. How much it had overwhelmed me when they died feeling my brother's and his raw pain at losing them. That was why I hadn't been able to talk for a while. We had reminisced for most of the night about our parents, before falling asleep. It was as we were leaving the next day for school that we found out that the plane our sister had been in had gone down over the ocean. There had only been a few survivors and Michaela hadn't been one of them. I felt bad about it, but I wasn't going to miss her. Not after the way she had treated us. Though I didn't know what Zevran, Deserene and I were going to do after this. We were already orphans, and now no blood relatives left alive. I was a bit surprised that I felt joy over the death from some of my sister's friends that were starting to come and go from the house as we were leaving.
After that we were taken back in by the covenant where we belonged. Back with our friends and those that really cared for us. We were loved like our parents would have loved us. Our lives were a lot simpler after that even if we had a magical power. One that helped us out, but we never used it for personal gain. The years flew by and we were happy there. The other parents made sure we remembered our parents, and gave us pictures of them so that we would never forget them. I turned twenty one not too long ago. Deserene is seventeen now, and Zevran is twenty four. With the older covenant members dying or disappearing, guardianship of Deserene and me changed to Zevran when he turned eighteen. That way neither of us could be taken away.
Our lives have drastically changed all of a sudden. It was New Years Eve, and it was like this big earthquake struck. When it was over we were in a new reality, cut off from the outside world. It was a totally new supernatural world. We weren't the only ones who had been brought here. Other covenants had been and others that we have yet to learn about. At least we still have our Sanctuary bar and grill. Our home. Otherwise everything is different. We also have each other and that counts more than anything! Now we have to fight to survive though.
Role Player
Username • Zane Age • 52 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • Over fifteen years Comments • nope How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • Who Plays Who
RPG Sample
Jordan was grinning, and he started to say something, but got a weird look on his face as he was definitely thinking now. Images of the food were coming to mind, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of the names of the establishments the food was at. Now that he thought about it parts of it were blurry, but for the memory of the food and how it tasted. Thinking some more he let out a laugh. “Now that I think about it I can tell you the foods, but not the places.” He smirked as he chuckled a little more. “Cause we usually hit them after our pub run even though we eat a bunch while at the pub.” He was trying to piece together where they went after their pub run. He knew his wallet was usually empty the mornings after. The bar tab was only paid once a month so it hadn’t all been spent there either. “Well there is a Shepherd's pie to die for, at one of the places. Another has some excellent Applewood smoked BBQ Ribs. Oh there’s the lemon-herbed chicken that seems to melt in your mouth. There’s a sticky toffee pudding somewhere too that blows your mind.” He stopped to think some more about the food. “Josh always gets the steak and Kidney pie somewhere that’s in a bread bowl. I hate the kidney part though.” He admitted, but if it was something she liked. “Oh there’s Cornish pasties that are awesome, uhh somewhere too.” He furrowed his brow knowing they had to be here in Diagon Alley somewhere. He knew if he looked he’d recognize the place, but he still couldn’t think of the names of the places. “Hey you should join us for a pub night sometimes! Almost every one there is a Quidditch player or in the business of Quidditch. It’s not very well known in the community though to be honest. It’s been around for years though, cause my dad and his buddies used to hang out there. He’s the one who told us about it.” He grinned at her.
Jordan laughed hearing her and shook his head. He had more than his share of Quidditch things. He didn’t think he had better admit that though. Especially when he kept adding to it. Though the place where he and his brothers lived was more than big enough for it. Their friends were always crashing at their place. “Never know when something new might come in handy.” Was all he said to that. He grinned widely at her. “No definitely no lover. The youngest of the Matheson’s. Drew and Angel. Angel has her own Quidditch gear and clothes, but ours just seem to disappear and show up later with her either carrying it or wearing it. Since that’s been happening since she was little we are used to it now, and just replace it.” He shrugged since it was nothing new to him, and would probably still be happening when they were old and gray. “She’s not spoiled either. She works for what she gets the same as us boys. If she’s not thinking about Quidditch she has animals flocking to her.” He knew that could get a little overwhelming at times. He pointed over at the bookshelf in the far corner when she asked about the books. “There’s a whole section of books over there.” He grinned at her wondering if she had a one track mind when she came in here. He definitely didn’t. “Or you could come over and check out our library, and borrow some books.” He offered. He could spend hours in this store, and go back looking again seeing something he had missed the first time. Which sometimes wasn’t a good thing cause if it was something cool he’d pick it up for his siblings too. With how much he picked up he had bags full which was hard to get home then. Trying to apparate with that much stuff was unbearable. After losing some of his stuff one time he started taking the knight bus home.
“Follow me darling.” Jordan grinned when she asked about the gloves. He led her over to the gear section and pointed out the display of gloves that they had that was pretty impressive of the new brand Ollie’s Gloves. There were practically every color you could imagine there. “Ollie is a friend of mine. When he comes up with something new he has me and some others try his stuff out. After I try them out if they're good then I send whatever it is to Angel to try out at Hogwarts. If it’s not ready I let Ollie know for sure, and he works on it till he perfects it.” He explained to her. Sometimes it was a lot of fun trying out whatever Ollie came out. Other times it was disastrous. His brother Gregory had ended up at St Mungo's after one of those incidents. His mother had sent him more than one angry howler over that one. What was great was she had sent them to Ollie too telling him he better get his head on straight! “What’s awesome about these gloves too is that they come in one size, but they form to your hands after you put them on. So they are perfect then!” He said handing his items he had picked up to the clerk who came over to take them from him so he could pick up more if he wanted to. He hadn’t even noticed the girl checking him out and giving him a come hither smile.