Post by Riley Katon on May 20, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Patrick Riley Katon
AGE:24
YEAR or OCCUPATION:Astronomy Professor
BIRTHDAY:March 6th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Slytherin
FAMILY:
Andrew Katon - 56
Jezebel Katon - 48
Shea Katon - 19
ANYTHING ELSE: Riley is what you would call...an ass. He's always been rather rude and obnoxious, not to mention deceptive. He's always had this way about him that makes people...well, not really want to be around him, but that's only when he opens his mouth. he can be quite charming if his opinions stay to himself, but when those to lips part, and he starts a sentence with "and you know what I think", good can not come of it. Like was said before, though, he can be rather charming. he is rather witty, and some don't realize he's being rude, as he uses rather large terminology, course, given the right companion, Riley can be quite engaging. Sweet is not a term to ever be pinned to Mr. Katon, but he has his light moments.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
hi, my name is lills and i joined because i thought it would be devilishly fun.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Patrick Riley Katon
AGE:24
YEAR or OCCUPATION:Astronomy Professor
BIRTHDAY:March 6th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Slytherin
FAMILY:
Andrew Katon - 56
Jezebel Katon - 48
Shea Katon - 19
ANYTHING ELSE: Riley is what you would call...an ass. He's always been rather rude and obnoxious, not to mention deceptive. He's always had this way about him that makes people...well, not really want to be around him, but that's only when he opens his mouth. he can be quite charming if his opinions stay to himself, but when those to lips part, and he starts a sentence with "and you know what I think", good can not come of it. Like was said before, though, he can be rather charming. he is rather witty, and some don't realize he's being rude, as he uses rather large terminology, course, given the right companion, Riley can be quite engaging. Sweet is not a term to ever be pinned to Mr. Katon, but he has his light moments.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
"You do look beautiful, I will say that" Isaac had said, even though Fawne hadn't yet given him an answer to his previous inquiry. In addition, Fawne had beamed at him, fixing her hair so that the light waves of chestnut flowed down her back gracefully as she went over to her dear cousin, kissing him upon the cheek. "All of this for Petrovsky, though? Isn't he a bit old for you?"
She gave him a rather reproachful look before smacking him softly across the face, not hard enough to do damage, but enough to get his attention. "You can't help who you...care about." Fawne said lightly, still unable to say the four lettered word that described her feelings for Vasili perfectly. She loved him. Yes, she loved him with more passion than a thousand suns...and yet, she had never once told him so, though she didn't feel she had to, and besides, he had never once told her he loved her either. It was a mutual, silent agreement of both of their cowardice, though really it wasn't. You didn't need to constantly tell a person that you loved them for them to know it was true. Just they way Vasili wrapped his arm around Fawne's waist was enough...and the way he had slid the emerald ring onto her hand as he had asked her to be his wife.
"Just be careful, OK?" Isaac had asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, propping his elbow's upon the hard black oak as Fawne left Isaac's home, a very nice little place just outside of Cork, Ireland, and a place that Fawne had called home since her Father's death. Isaac, being the only real family Fawne had, had welcomed her into his empty abode. Sure, he had nice things, but the overall aura was cold, and as he had lived there all by himself it was quite...empty, so to speak. no emotions in it.
Fawne shook her head as she stepped put into the warm summer air, her scarlet blouse illuminating her sapphire like eyes, the black skirt she wore floating lightly about her thin legs. With a simple POP, Fawne found herself in a clearing in Russia, a notch carved into the bark of a nearby tree, the marker that she had put to assure she had arrived in the right spot. For once, she had planned where she and Vasili had met, for it was she who had the surprise on this evening. Her dear cousin already knew of it, and had told her over and over again to make sure she was certain of her plans...but Fawne didn't have to think them over any longer. She had already expected the man's proposal, had become his fiance', the next step was simple.
A sigh escaped Fawne's pale crimson lips as she awaited his arrival. It wasn't as if this was Fawne's first date with Vasili, she already knew what to expect of him. They'd have dinner or go to a show, typically a symphony or an opera, though those little outings were only fronts to what they got up to soon after. Hotel rooms were the real allure, though sex was not the only thing either of them got out of it. They'd stay the night at these hotels, holding each other closely, talking quietly before Vasili would kiss Fawne's eyes and they'd fall asleep. They never brought these activities back to their homes, and for good reason. Fawne would never disrespect Isaac like that, by bringing a man home. She didn't rightly know why Vasili would never take her back to his place, but frankly she wasn't all too concerned. He had his reasons, and she had hers....though that would soon change.
What Fawne aimed to do was bring them closer, learn the little tidbits about one another that neither had so much as heard about before. They had been together for some time now, and even longer if you considered all the months spent thinking about one another. She knew that he had always been on her mind, since meeting him in that Greenhouse all of those months ago. She had still been a student then, and he...apparently a man who preyed on minors...but that bothered them little now. She admitted now to caring for him above all others, and committing to him like no other. She had never planned on marriage before, never let it cross her mind...that was before Vasili. With him, she could see images of white dancing around her mind, an alter bedecked with the reddest of roses, and Vasili standing in a tuxedo underneath it, holding his hand out to her.
Fawne wanted to be with him...she honestly did. He was her everything, and she hoped that she was his as well, and not just a girl he wanted around the house to assure he'd always have someone for sexual favors.
She heard a creak come from behind her, the sound of a foot crunching upon cold snow. Yes, this was Russia after all, it didn't matter what time of year it was, there was almost always snow on the ground. A small smile graced her lips at the sound, though.
"If I were to say I love you...how would you react?"
She gave him a rather reproachful look before smacking him softly across the face, not hard enough to do damage, but enough to get his attention. "You can't help who you...care about." Fawne said lightly, still unable to say the four lettered word that described her feelings for Vasili perfectly. She loved him. Yes, she loved him with more passion than a thousand suns...and yet, she had never once told him so, though she didn't feel she had to, and besides, he had never once told her he loved her either. It was a mutual, silent agreement of both of their cowardice, though really it wasn't. You didn't need to constantly tell a person that you loved them for them to know it was true. Just they way Vasili wrapped his arm around Fawne's waist was enough...and the way he had slid the emerald ring onto her hand as he had asked her to be his wife.
"Just be careful, OK?" Isaac had asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, propping his elbow's upon the hard black oak as Fawne left Isaac's home, a very nice little place just outside of Cork, Ireland, and a place that Fawne had called home since her Father's death. Isaac, being the only real family Fawne had, had welcomed her into his empty abode. Sure, he had nice things, but the overall aura was cold, and as he had lived there all by himself it was quite...empty, so to speak. no emotions in it.
Fawne shook her head as she stepped put into the warm summer air, her scarlet blouse illuminating her sapphire like eyes, the black skirt she wore floating lightly about her thin legs. With a simple POP, Fawne found herself in a clearing in Russia, a notch carved into the bark of a nearby tree, the marker that she had put to assure she had arrived in the right spot. For once, she had planned where she and Vasili had met, for it was she who had the surprise on this evening. Her dear cousin already knew of it, and had told her over and over again to make sure she was certain of her plans...but Fawne didn't have to think them over any longer. She had already expected the man's proposal, had become his fiance', the next step was simple.
A sigh escaped Fawne's pale crimson lips as she awaited his arrival. It wasn't as if this was Fawne's first date with Vasili, she already knew what to expect of him. They'd have dinner or go to a show, typically a symphony or an opera, though those little outings were only fronts to what they got up to soon after. Hotel rooms were the real allure, though sex was not the only thing either of them got out of it. They'd stay the night at these hotels, holding each other closely, talking quietly before Vasili would kiss Fawne's eyes and they'd fall asleep. They never brought these activities back to their homes, and for good reason. Fawne would never disrespect Isaac like that, by bringing a man home. She didn't rightly know why Vasili would never take her back to his place, but frankly she wasn't all too concerned. He had his reasons, and she had hers....though that would soon change.
What Fawne aimed to do was bring them closer, learn the little tidbits about one another that neither had so much as heard about before. They had been together for some time now, and even longer if you considered all the months spent thinking about one another. She knew that he had always been on her mind, since meeting him in that Greenhouse all of those months ago. She had still been a student then, and he...apparently a man who preyed on minors...but that bothered them little now. She admitted now to caring for him above all others, and committing to him like no other. She had never planned on marriage before, never let it cross her mind...that was before Vasili. With him, she could see images of white dancing around her mind, an alter bedecked with the reddest of roses, and Vasili standing in a tuxedo underneath it, holding his hand out to her.
Fawne wanted to be with him...she honestly did. He was her everything, and she hoped that she was his as well, and not just a girl he wanted around the house to assure he'd always have someone for sexual favors.
She heard a creak come from behind her, the sound of a foot crunching upon cold snow. Yes, this was Russia after all, it didn't matter what time of year it was, there was almost always snow on the ground. A small smile graced her lips at the sound, though.
"If I were to say I love you...how would you react?"
