Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 13, 2009 15:31:20 GMT -5
FULL NAME: Devon August Whiltshire[/b]
HAIR: Dark, medium length and curly.
LIKES: Fire Whiskey, Manipulation, Charm Work, Potions, Reading, Rain, Quiet, Cold Air, Poker[/b]
When he was younger, he was much more of an accepting person-- he still would forgive and forget under certain cirucumstances. As he went through life, he realized quickly that forgiveness is simply a manipulation tool others use in the most desperate of times. As a younger boy he was also more prone to be a bit hot-tempered, but he has masked this by appearing cool, calm and collected at all times.
He can be a tad impatiant when he wants to be as well. Something that come off very easy upon meeting him is that he is rather stubborn-- he has never tried to mask that.
Most of his qualties would work well in a Slytherin background but he was also a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw. He possess much intellect in various subjects and is very keen on quick wit and sarcasm.
FATHER: August Whiltshire
Devon was then to sent to Foster Care and spent years harboring a hatred for anything Muggle. He promised himself that the Muggles would pay sometime soon. However, he wanted to be devious about his plan. Upon going to Hogwarts, he was placed in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin as he asked, and began to make a name for himself as a "kind, gentle and caring young man".
Now, years later his name still carries a lot of weight. He's known throughout the community to be a "good wholesome, guy" by doing Charity Works and helping Muggleborns. Now, upon arriving at Hogwarts he notices something fishy about the Headmaster and his Deputy wife and thinks finally this may be his chance to carry out his plan.
ALIAS: Devon
As he walked towards the Headmaster's Office, he could feel his face suddenly burning with anticipation. When he reached the door template, the gold pattern caught his eye and he hastily looked up to admire it. Deciding he would no longer stall this, his hand reached for the silver handle and pushed forward.
The room was well decorated with dark accents scattered around and various portraits of older Headmasters. He saw the figure in the chair swirl around and his face instantly went blank-- as it had so many times before. He had trained himself on command to rid any of his outside emotions, and he'd become quiet good at it.
As the young man (barely older than himself) looked over his file in silence, he noticed something about the sharply dressed man. He certainly was not what he seemed.
This could be interesting.
Edit: Should this be good? Tell me if I should add more.
