Tabbo and Sax, The Mischief Makers -Finished-

[Tabbo & Sax]

Character's name: Tabbo Jay Balric
Nicknames: Technically his real name is Xavier, but he dropped the name and only his father calls him Xavier now
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age and birthdate: Thirteen and September 14th, 1837

Physical appearance:

Tabbo is actually very tall, standing at five feet and seven inches. He has metalic, gray-blue eyes with a piercing gaze that can intimidate some of the younger students at the college. His hair is jet black and shoulder length, and the only thing that cuts through the black color is a streak of white on the left side. Tabbo dyed it that from a couple berries he found, and when he washes his hair, he always reapplies the berry juice. A few strands of his hair are braided in the back, which hangs slightly down from the rest of his hair with silver blue string.

Tabbo isn't very muscular, no. He likes to think that being muscular makes you more dimwitted, which is definitely an attribute he doesn't want. He likes to be more on the skinny side, the "pack rat" side. Though Sax doesn't approve, Tabbo likes to have at least some earth on him. It gives him a more wild appearance, which he likes. Whoever said you can't be dirty and smart?

For someone who spends a lot of time outside in the sun, Tabbo is very tanned, especially around his face and arms. Sometimes, if he's been out long enough, it will be nearly impossible to spot the freckle on his neck.Having long legs and arms, Tabbo usually is able to get into places he knows he shouldn't. He's stronger in his arms and hands than he is in his legs, which makes it very difficult for him to climb things.

Tabbo usually wears a torn red scarf around his neck, even when it's summer time and hot out. His other accessories include wearing red gloves that reach up to his elbow (they have holes for his fingers); black boots; and a silver bracelet on his right wrist. Though Tabbo doesn't do it intentionally, he often wears dark colors, usually black or brown. For example, a brown shirt, black pants, and a dark gray coat.

Special abilities:

Why, he's a notorious dessert stealer. =D Jk

Likes:

[x] Sax
[x] Mischief making
[x] Food -Seriously, he could eat anything-
[x] Music
[x] Adventure
[x] Dirt -Don't look at me like that!-
[x] Freedom
[x] Dogs
[x] Desserts
[x] Cold Weather
[x] His scarf
[x] The color red
[x] Telling others what to do

Dislikes:

[x] Captivity
[x] Being told what to do
[x] Warm Weather
[x] Spicy & Sour Foods
[x] Cats
[x] Water
[x] Books
[x] Heights
[x] Studying
[x] Being lectured
[x] The color green

Fears:

[x] Being locked up
[x] Small places
[x] Heights
[x] Loosing
[x] Water -He can't swim-

Interests:

[x] Adventure
[x] Dust -He gets reprimanded for mentioned it most times-
[x] The Ice Bears
[x] Somewhere other than the Jordan College

Personality:

Adventure, anyone? That's practically Tabbo's calling. Sitting at home, doing nothing--boring! It's hard for Sax to even get him to sit down. Freedom is something Tabbo never takes for granted, being that he's normally in the Jordan College. He sometimes even goes as far as saying it's a prison hold, which of course doesn't do him good terms with the master of the school...

Tabbo isn't one for reading, that's for sure. It's not that he's not smart...more of a chance that he likes living the action, not reading about it in some fairy tale. But speaking of intelligence, he's real hard headed. Stubborn, thick headed, whatever you wish to call it, he's that. He dislikes being ordered around, so that's mostly where his pig headedness kicks in. No one, not even the Magesterium, tells Tabbo what to do. He likes leading and issuing out the orders, not the other way around.

Tabbo is what Sax refers to as the "average male", which can actually be called an insult in some ways. She says that being a male means you're impulsive, messy, dirty -he calls it a refreshing sense of earth rather than dirt, but you get what I mean-, and that you get into a lot of trouble in a short amount of time. Well, looks like Tabbo hits the tack on the head; he's got all those attributes and more. He's also got a sense of justice, which gets him into trouble more often than not. Tabbo's "justice" makes him pick fights, even if he can't win, which earns him a beating every once in a while. And by once in a while, I mean at least three times a week. But even though he likes playing the "hero" type, he doesn't like company except for him, Sax, and maybe a cute girl or two. He can be a real sexist pig at times, so he trails after girls like a lost puppy.

For some reason, Tabbo despises adults, and this is where his real mischievous side comes in. He likes to pull pranks on them, feeling they get what they deserve. Don't ask me why; he dislikes them and he just enjoys it. He also hates bullies, so they suffer a bit of his wrath as well. ^^ What? Tabbo's the vengeful type person.

Daemon's name: Saxaphoner -Sax-
Species: Argentine Gray Fox
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Saxaphoner isn't the prettiest on the eyes at first glance. She's a fox, which most "snobs", as Tabbo calls them, believe to be nuisances. Unlike other foxes, she has big, pointed ears with a nick in the right ear. Sax has huge paws, even for her species, which contradict her small frame of 16 1/2 inches. Sax also has a very bushy tail.

As all Argentine Gray Foxes are, she is small gray fox with golden brown tints every here and there. Her muzzle is a slight brown while her paws are a light rusty tone, as well as a bit of that on the back of her ears. Sax's eyes are a dull yellow, always portraying the hint of mischief when times are dire. But as she is an unsettled daemon, her appearance changes multiple times to fit what mood she's in or just to protect Tabbo.

Personality:

Sax considers herself to have a lot more dignity than her friend does, and this is true. Definitely true. She likes to be in high up places, so she can often be found on top of Tabbo's head. And even though she despises getting dirty and the common people -such as the kitchen servants, butlers and maids-, she shares her friend's feeling of justice and helps him with pulling off the pranks. -Well, she really can't help it, really; she's his daemon-

Sax has an intense dislike for females, even though she's one herself. She's protective of Tabbo and doesn't want his feelings to get hurt, though she only really hurts their relationship by acting all "motherly" on him. Another difference from him is that she has no problem with adults. Sure, she pulls pranks on them -she only really cooperates on the bully pranks-, but Sax feels they know more and that they should listen to the Scholars to find out more information. She's the book type, the complete opposite of Tabbo in ways.

Though they're considered partners in crime and they help those that are picked on, Saxaphoner can be a really slow at times. What I mean is, she'll forget everything she's learned and just freeze up. It's like test anxiety, except it's battle anxiety. Tabbo usually has to do without her when she does this, for it takes a while for her to come out of these "stages."

History (optional):

Nope

Family lineage:

[x] Father - Melvin Monroe Balric
[x] Mother - Samantha Terry Rose -Deceased-
[x] Paternal Uncle - John Calvin Balric
[x] Paternal Grandfather - Zachary Melvin Balric -Deceased-
[x] Paternal Grandmother - Marina Tabbitha Teal -Deceased-
[x] Maternal Aunt - Cher Tabbitha Rose
[x] Maternal Uncle - Roger Sam Rose -Deceased-
[x] Maternal Grandfather - Frank Tyler Rose -Deceased-
[x] Maternal Grandmother - Delilah Mary Bolinger -Deceased-

History:

Taken from the journal of T. Balric

So, you probably want to know who I am, right? And why I'm here at the Jordan College of servants and old hags who call themselves Scholars? Well, you've come to the right place. My name's Tabbo, Tabbo Jay Balric, to start with. Pretty weird name, huh? I wasn't born with that name; I gave myself it. My birth name was "Xavier", how unoriginal. When I turned seven, I changed my name, though my father still insists on calling me Xavier.

I came to the College some time ago, about when I six. My mother was still alive, though even then she was sickly. My dear old dad wanted me to become a "Scholar" like him, so I was practically, actually no practical about it, I was forced into attending Jordan College. Boy, let me tell you, not the best experience ever, those first few months. See, I was born in London, but my father still thought that the College he had once gone to would be the best education there was for me. So we packed out bags and set off to Oxford. The reason it was really bad for me because it just wasn't my nature to be cooped up in a place so long and listen to wrinkly men tell me stories of old. I disliked being treated like royalty; at that age I was wild, always wanting to fool around in the mud, not be washed nearly ever day and have my hair slicked clean of it's messiness. Oi vey. This was going to be one long childhood.

Sax, my daemon, enjoyed it, on the other hand. She loved being squeaky clean and learning things she'd never known before. History, science, literature, all the things I found boring. What a suck up. Though I loved her dearly, I mean really! Whoever could find that interesting needed to crawl into a hole and die. Oh well. Anyways, the servants were much more entertaining than the old Scholars. They knew a good joke or two, especially the younger ones about my age.

I started avoiding classes when I turned nine, and that's when my mother died. Probably from a heart attack; her immune system had been weakened by being sick so long. It really didn't affect me as much as some other kids might have been at the loss of their mothers..particularly because she'd been sick all my short life and I'd never known her as well as I could have. Unfortunately, my father took it a lot harder than I did. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't even look at me for weeks after her death. Guess it was because I resembled her a lot.

Well, after her death, I thought I'd better start helping my father more. He was depressed, even I could see that. Though however boring it was, I took my classes and didn't interrupt, I just stayed there and tried to use my newfound knowledge in ways to please my father. Sax learned a whole lot more than I ever did, though. She actually enjoyed it; sometimes I wonder if she's my daemon at all with that type of attitude. More like the librarian's daemon. Sheesh.

Nothing really important happened after that. Not until I was twelve, anyways. See, a group of me and some gyptian kids decided to fool around by the docks. Our daemons were playing around nearer to solid land, while we were sitting on the edge, talking and hitting each other with freshly scooped mud. Not hard, of course. I was covered in mud in five minutes time. But then, I don't really know what happened. I suppose I was pushed off the dock, just to fool around, but they hadn't realized I could not swim. I was like a heavy weight. It wasn't until Sax started flaring her paws on the ground, her chest fighting for air, did they realize I was in trouble. Bunch of nut cases, them. Meanwhile, I was trying to get to surface, though it only got darker. When I said I couldn't swim, I really meant it. I'd never thought I needed to. Not the brightest thing I've ever thought, I'll tell you that. Most of the gyptian kids were panicking, they'd never done something like this before. Finally, after a few seconds, the bravest one jumped in and dragged me back up. It was about a minute and a half before I had spat up all that greasy water, and vowed from that day on to NEVER go into water above my head again. I never found out who pushed me, but I thought I saw a guy being glared at. Oh well. Nothing really interesting has happened between now and then. I'm still in Jordan College -bored, mind you-, I'm still getting into trouble with Sax, and I'm still avoiding the docks. I wonder what will happen next...whatever it is, I hope it's worthwhile.

Role-play sample:

[Different Roleplay Sample from Hallows and Horcruxes]

Darkness flooded the streets of London, the only sound was the trickling water flowing into the street from the broken pipe line. Gray clouds formed among the sky, sending shadows across the city. There was a loud splash as a bulky figure placed his boot into a growing puddle, soaking the edges of his hairy brown pants.

"Send me to go get 'em bezoars...don't they have other people for this?" grunted the man, putting his hands in his jacket's pockets. "I'm an Auror, not a wizard from the Health Department. The Ministry is getting too frightened to do their own deeds now a days...Send poor blokes like me who've got better things to do to do their dirty work...."

With a little groan, he continued down the road until he came across a battered old shop. Its sign had the picture of a bloody goat, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. Disgusting... thought Cooper as he opened the door with a worse grimance than before. It opened up to a room where layers of filth and dirt plastered the walls, ceiling, and floor. There was a pile of trash and mud scattered across the room, giving the utmost sense to Cooper that he was in a pig pen. There was only one man there, cloaked in black garmets and a black scarf, muttering something behind the counter. He had a frail expression; there were bags under his sunken eyes, his white hair sticking out from under his black plummed hat. The owner glared, his sickly green eyes seemed to pierce through him.

"What d'you want, scurvy?" growled the man, making a rude movement with his fingers to Cooper. "Name whaddyou want and be quick with it..."

Cooper paid no heed to the finger movement and muttered, "I need a dozen bezoar stones, y'know, from the stomach of a goat. You're the most famed for having Potion ingredients on this side of London, you surely have them?" He fingered the wand in his pocket, feeling the golden and silver Galleons and Sickles with his index finger.

"And if oi refuse ta sell to the loikes of you?" said the owner, raising an eyebrow. "You'wer naught the boss o'me. I run this here shop and oi don' want the likes of yuzz.." He turned his head pointedly, closing his eyes as if to imagine the Auror wasn't there. With a snort, Cooper said,
"Oh, I don't think you'd like that, old timer. I'm an Auror, see, for the Ministry. If you don't sell the bezoars to me I have the right to conviscate your privelleges to own this here "shop" and demolish it to the ground. Pity, it would probably be an improvement. I must be your first customer in years."

It seemed as the threat had an effect on the man, because in the same second the man let out a sharp groan and pulled open a cabinet. Behind the dusty glass was a bunch of disorganized, grotesque things, frog guts, bubotuber puss, and armadillo bile. Cooper winced at the sight of these things and tried to redirect his attention to the black terantula crawling on the window seal.

"'Ere..." growled the man once more as he shut the cabinet closed. Cooper couldn't help but feel relieved once the door was shut; he swore he'd seen the frog gut give a squirmish fidget. "Seven bezoar stones...that'll be five Galleons and 9 Sickles..." Cooper, ever begrudgingly, thinking this was a bit high, placed the coins on the counter. Grinning a rotten tooth grin, the man swiped the money and pushed it into his pocket. Placing the bezoards into a brown paper bag, he handed it to Cooper. " Plezure doin bizzness with chooz..."

Feeling worse than he had to start with, Cooper took the bag and left the shop, dusty and foul smelling. I need to remind myself to close that thing...It would be easier going all the way to Diagon Alley rather than walking to that dump. Why didn't he Apparate there? For fear of a new, powerful dark wizard that was growing stronger. Diagon Alley and more places had set up protective charms like the ever famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so people couldn't simply Apparte there or Disapparate there. It was for safety, sure, but it was ever so annoying to walk there or use a broomstick. As he turned around the corner, he grunted,
"When are people going to realize this guy is just someone trying to make himself seem big and strong? Bet he's a weakling if I ever saw him. Ridiculous rumours that he can kill with just staring at you...that's a basilisk's job, not a dark wizard. Honestly, he's probably just some..."

Cooper trailed off when he heard steps behind him. About midway taking out his wand, someone shouted, "Expeilliarmus!" and his wand was thrown to the ground. Startled by the sudden appearance of men in black hooded cloaks, he took several paces back until he found his back at a wall.

"Just some what?" A voice asked softly, and even though Cooper could hear that it was slightly high pitched, he knew it was an evil tone he was listening to.

"Who are you?" Cooper croaked, looking wildly at the massing figures. He would've said they were dementors if he didn't see their black and brown boots under their cloaks.

"Don't you dare speak to our Lord like that!" One of the group screamed, pulling their hoods off to reveal a young man with scraggly brown hair. His wand was pointed at his victim's chest, breathing heavily. "You aren't even worthy to be in his presence, you Ministry scum!"

The lead wizard turned slightly to the brown haired man, nodding slowly. "Good, Shrael, good...praise will do you well in my new order..." The man, Shrael, needed only to hear the word "good" to beam happily at his leige.
"Thank you, mi' Lord. I'll do all I can to serve you to the fullest.."

Cooper gripped the bag tightly, wondering why these men were here. "What do you want of me?" He shot at the leader, clenching his fist as he punched the air in his direction. "I haven't done anything to you, so let me..." He gasped as Shrael pointed his wand and yowled, "INCENDIO!" A burst of flame hit him squarely, knocking him to his knees and he rolled, trying to get the flames to extinquish.

"Foolish man!" sneered the leader, his wand now pointed at him as well. "It is not you I require, it is your information! Tell me how to get passed the Ministry of Magic's spells and charms! Tell me!" He raged. "Tell me or be blown to a fiery demise!" Coopoer struggled to keep his head up, feeling like it weighed as much as those Muggle anchors...

"Fine..." Cooper rasped, clutching a hand to his heaving side. "I'll...I'll tell you..." The men looked extremely surprised at his easy give in, but questioned no further. There was a beaming triumph in Shrael's face as he glowered at him. "I'll tell you...that you're a bunch of gits who'll never get anything out of me--" It was in that instant the leader shouted and used the Cruciatus Curse on him. Cooper was pulled upward, screaming as the wand moved around, slamming him into the stony walls. Many of the men shot their own curses and spells at him, but it was nothing compared to this torture...to this unbearable pain. He howled once more as the man dropped him, then clutched his hand around his neck. Shock and bile rose up in Cooper's throat as he finally glimpsed the man's face. It was completely white, not a tuft of hair on it. Instead of a nose there were two slits like a snake's, hot air brushing Cooper's face. And the eyes..they were blood red, fury boiling in their pits.

"I tried to give you a chance, Auror," the snake like man growled coldly. "But you were to stupid to try and save yourself. Very well, if you will not tell me, I have no use for you." His grip tightened, Cooper gasping and struggling to be let go of. "Remember this once you're dead...Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters will make sure this world will have a new order...and I, Lord Voldemort, will be its leader. There is nothing worse than death, but I would know not being that I have not and will never die." With that, he drew his thirteen-and-a-half inch wand and stuck it in the center of Cooper's forehead. Binding pain filled him as he did so, it was worse than the Curciatus Curse, it was horrible.

"I'll say hi to death for you, Lord Moldy," Cooper wretched, struggling to keep the cold white hand off him. With a shriek of laughter from one of the other Death Eaters, Voldemort whispered,
"Avada Kedavra." There was a flash of green light and an eerie, cold laugh and Cooper sunk into darkness, the black waves engulphing him for ever more. As for the bag of bezoars, they fell to the ground like cold stones.

Custom title: Mischief Maker
Celebrity claim: I haven't decided
Previous roles you have played:

*Cough* Too many? OK...Jay Bird from the Time-Turners, Xavier Kinney from the Time-Turners, Lord Voldemort, Cooper Baldric from Kadavra Academy, Ragweed and Flightless from Warriors of Levania, ect.

Code word: Muffins

Other:

[Tabbo & Sax]

-Sorry for double posting, but finished, finally-

[.:Artemis & Skyran:. [gone]]

Accepted!

I can tell he and Artemis are going to clash a bit already. xD