MALAKAR, cillian

[Cillian Malakar]

the ROLEPLAYER

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Age: Fifteen
Years Roleplaying: 6+
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Other Characters: Eleazar Carmichael

the WITCH//WIZARD

Full Name: Cillian Carlisle Malakar [ kill – ee – uhn ;; car – lye – uhl ;; mal – uh – car ]
Nicknames: Cilly [ pronounced ' silly, ' dubbed so by Cieran ], but mostly goes by Cillian
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birth Date: November 2, 1991

Year: Sixth
Blood Status: Pure as the day is long
Wand: 12 ¼ inches ; oak ; dragon heartstring ; “ the oak is known to be the king of the forest; this wand is made for strength ”

Height: 6'1.5”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Appearance:

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. . . that would mean that it'll be done soon xD [/ul]

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[/i] in so easily? He learned to trust them. Cillian has this . . . thing with trust issues. That might be why he isn't with a girl as of yet. He can admire her by far, but as soon as she gets closer, it is just like him to push her away. That's also the reason he won't just jump into the sack with one of the many girls that lust after him and his romantic charm.

Cillian is a rather shy guy, especially around people he doesn't know. However, if he is attracted to someone, then he will try to find out a little about her, and then do the typical romantic guy thing to do: write her a poem, send roses to her and have them delivered to the common room ( anonymously, of course ), or draw a sketch of something she likes ( and yet again deposit in the common room for her ). It's a simple pattern, if someone was to think about it, really. Too bad he's only used it, ohh . . . maybe twice, and both of those relationships ended quicker than one can say 'heartache.'

Some people have said that Cillian and his twin, Cieran, are total opposites – like the two sides of a knut. One one side, there is Cieran: snarky, thought provoking, and utterly nasty. On the other is Cillian: sentimental, caring, and rather shy. Some people have also said that, if not for the boys' extremely similar looks, no one would know that they were related. The boys have learned to work together well in the past, as they will in the future – that is, the future that their father has planned out for them.[/ul]

Family:
Father: Desdemon Cieran Malakar
Mother: Bernadette Angelina ( Van Dan ) Malakar
Siblings: fraternal twin Cieran Brendon Malakar
Other: N/A
History:

[/i] It was unusual for Desdemon Malakar to be spending this much time with his wife – at one time, of course. On top of which, she was practically screaming bloody murder. A mere fifteen minutes later came the cries of a baby that was, at that exact point in time, dubbed Cieran Brendon Malakar. The baby boy had taken his father's middle name as his own, as the parents had agreed – whoever the first child to come out was, they would take the father's middle name. Ten minutes later came the cries of another baby boy, this one named Cillian Carlisle. This child took Bernadette's father's middle name as his own; the family was now complete.

In the first few years of the twins' lives, they were always being passed from nanny to nanny, tutor to tutor. Why would their parents want to spend time with them? Bernadette's view on things was that she had carried them around in her womb for eight in a half months – why should she have to put up with them now? Desdemon's, of course, made so much more sense: they were just children, not useful enough for anything as of now. But everyone knows that that changed in the years to come. Cillian, like Cieran, was extremely grateful for one thing that their parents had given them: their education.

As the boys got older – say around nine – they both started picking up on what was going on in the house. Their parents really didn't love each other; it had been an arranged marriage. The parents each had their own way of coping with things; Bernadette would plan party after party, while Desdemon would spend hours upon hours upon hours in his office working on only-Merlin-knows-what. About a year later, a few months before the boys' eleventh birthday, a cloaked figure starting appearing at the door during the darkest part of the night. The meetings between the head of the household and the mysterious stranger would go from the depths of the night into the wee hours in the mornings, just before the boys would wake up.

The year or two before the boys received their letters for Hogwarts, Cieran picked up on the skill known as Legilimency; in turn, Cillian picked up Occlemency. Every time Cillian would get into a book, – Muggle or not – Cieran would start picking around in his twin's mind without a second thought. The day of their eleventh year on the earth, the boys each received a letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As sad as it was, Cillian wished that he would be sorted into Slytherin – everyone else in his family had been, as he knew his brother would be. Whenever he sat one the stool in the front of the Great Hall, the large gray hat perched atop his head, he held his breath as he mumbled Slytherin . . . Slytherin . . . Slytherin . . . over and over in his mind until it was one big word: Slytherinslyther . . .. The skeletal hat proceeded to yell “Slytherin!” over the silence of the hall; the small boy followed suit as his brother had done, walked over to the Slytherin table. As the next child was sorted almost immediately – Gryffindor! – Cillian's face fell. ' Why didn't I get tha – ohh . . . ' it was only then that he realized that he realized these students weren't here for the support of their housemates, for the comfort of being with these people for the next seven years. He had shot a look to his brother, who was sitting immediately to his left, and opened up his mind: This is going to be harder than we thought.

Now five years later, Cillian is almost the same boy he was when he approached the solemn Slytherin table. The only truthful difference is the fact that he has grown tremendously, got smarter, and learned to read people better. Cillian doesn't exactly spend a lot of time with people, as he has minor trust issues, but he still finds time to maintain his schoolwork, time with his brother ( and their uhh . . . secret ' project ' ), his artwork, and his head boy duties. The end is growing nearer, and Cillian isn't sure of his alliance anymore. What's a boy to do?[/ul]
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other INFORMATION

House Preference: (list top two choices)
Read the Rules? Slytherin aaaaaandd . . . yeah, just that first one.
Anything Else? Uhm . . . I really don't like that history? xD I like the way it's written, there's just . . . something about it -_______-
Roleplay Sample: see Eleazar’s profile <3