Post by Gavin McPhearson on Aug 6, 2009 1:17:33 GMT -5
B E H I N D THE M A G I C
Name
Ander.
Nickname in RL
Andy
Age
Twenty-one
Experience
Four years give or take a month.
J U S T YOUR W I T C H C R A F T
full name
Gavin Jasper McPhearson.
gender
Male.
age
Seventeen.
blood status
Pureblood.
Preferred house
Slitherin.
year
7th.
PB
Ethan Peck.
A L L THE W A N D L O R E
likes
+Running.
+Swimming.
+Fighting.
+Camping.
+The smell of burning leaves.
+The night.
+The ocean.
+Woods.
+Creating new enemies.
+Reading
dislikes
-Snobs.
-Twits.
-Up tight people.
-People w/o a sense of humor
-Goody, goodies.
-People who assume since they have money you have to kiss their ass.
-People who haven’t worked a single day in there lives.
-Streaming hot weather.
-Detention.
-The Head Master.
strengths
+Arithmancy
+DADA.
+Arguing.
+Sharp mind.
+Being intimidating.
+Never taking no for an answer.
weaknesses
-Herebology.
-Seeing woman and children in pain.
-Short Temper.
-Saying sorry.
-Anger issues.
quirks
-Never knows when to shut up.
-Speaks is mind no matter who the person is.
-Wearing his emotions on his sleeves (only shows anger though)
personality
You could easily shove Gavin into the tough guy category and he would quickly out shine the rest of the juvenile deliquesces. He’s just too smart for them, even for most of his Professors. He knows how to play anyone, another one of his super nice traits. He’s just a little too mean for anyone to handle. But if you some how, get past his shady persona. You’ll be able to find a hurt, protective guy, who would do anything to help an innocent person.
H I S T O R Y OF M A G I C
family members
Clive S. McPhearson, would be 42, died in Azkaban.
Anna May McPhearson, would be 40, also died in Azkaban.
detailed history
Gavin was born in December on the seventh to two assumed Deatheaters. He could no further disclaim his linage, than he could claim himself a muggle born. Just before his birth his father was snatched up by Dementors outside what once was the Snape estate. His mother made the awful mistake of trying to break him out, when Gavin was two.
Gavin was later found in the McPhearson’s estate on the Isle of Skye with a loyal house elf, Mercy, caring for him by the Head of Ministry of Magic and a few of his less important ministry co-workers. They later shoved him into an orphanage for muggles, for they didn’t want the last of the McPhearson Clan to know what he was destined to do or be.
He grew up rather quickly in the orphanage. He was an outcast from the moment he could talk. Everyone around him could tell he was different. So no one was surprised when he was accepted into a school that no one has ever heard of. They actually seemed quite pleased that they were getting rid of the odd trouble maker.
Once Gavin entered into the Leaky Cauldron for the first time when he was eleven, he knew he was even different from the dirty people within this particular pub. He caught onto thing way too quickly for his own good. He was escorted to Gringott's Wizarding Bank by a low rating member of the ministry. But he seemed to already knew the number of his families volt and who he was without the ministry worker even opening his mouth. He was special like that.
In Hogwarts he quickly learned he had a rare skill for Arithmancy and pissing off the headmaster with such skill had he earned himself an entire year of detention the first week he had been there. Which was fine with him, he rather have alone time with his Arithmancy and DADA books. He has never been able to play nice with others. Now in his Seventh and final year at Hogwarts, he wants to show everyone what he’s made.
Y O U R DARK S I D E
Howl slowly shut his eyes the moment he enter into the Moon’s Poison. The wonderful scent of sweat, and liquor, was innocently, or should he say not so innocently, swirling with the sweet aroma’s of females. He slowly open his eyes revealing there unique hue of yellow smeared with a bit of blue, making them seem greenish in a way.
He scan the crowd to see if Embroze was among their brother’s and sisters, but gladly he isn’t. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he confirms this. He can feel Embroze is still trying to handle things with his new sired childe, if only their forefathers could see what he’s doing. Howl bet anything that they’re howling in dismay from Goddess’s Claustrum (Den, their version of Heaven). He clear his mind of his cousin, Em, and his foolish mistake, it isn’t his place to question Em’s actions and even if it was he would never do so.
He walk deeper into the night club, merging himself with his brother’s and sister’s. He can’t imagine, why Em doesn’t want him to leave the safety of the Hotel. In his mind, hell he’s among his people, they would kill or die before they would let anything happen to hum. Howl honestly can’t stand being cooped up in the new cage Em calls their home in Amanrath. It’s beautiful, but it’s still a cage in Howl’s eyes.
He makes his way towards the bar. He narrows his eyes the moment an odd scent softly tickles at his nose. Howl take in a whiff of the queer(strange) scent. It’s like nothing he’s ever smelt before. It’s neither Wolf, or Leech, but it’s as powerful, of course in a different way. He follows the scent. It takes him in the direction he’s already heading anyways, but it leads him to something he’d not expecting. A average built female, who’s sitting at the bar, sipping at a mixture of something that’s a dark amber. Must have been cola and some type of liquor.
He walks over to her and lean against the bar. Julian comes to him in seconds, “What can I get ya, Howl?” he asks as he reaches out and hit his knuckles against Howl’s.
“Can you get me a bottle of your best absinthe?” he answer with a light grin touching his lips. It’s so weird seeing him like this. So happily taking orders from random ass people. If only some of these people could see him with a whip.
“So, Em let you free for a night?”
“Not exactly.” His grin grows.
Julian just laughs and goes to fill his order.
Howl’s face turns to see the females features. She was pleasant to the eyes. A little more fragile than his sisters would ever be. “What do you got there?” he asks, striking up a conversation.
He scan the crowd to see if Embroze was among their brother’s and sisters, but gladly he isn’t. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he confirms this. He can feel Embroze is still trying to handle things with his new sired childe, if only their forefathers could see what he’s doing. Howl bet anything that they’re howling in dismay from Goddess’s Claustrum (Den, their version of Heaven). He clear his mind of his cousin, Em, and his foolish mistake, it isn’t his place to question Em’s actions and even if it was he would never do so.
He walk deeper into the night club, merging himself with his brother’s and sister’s. He can’t imagine, why Em doesn’t want him to leave the safety of the Hotel. In his mind, hell he’s among his people, they would kill or die before they would let anything happen to hum. Howl honestly can’t stand being cooped up in the new cage Em calls their home in Amanrath. It’s beautiful, but it’s still a cage in Howl’s eyes.
He makes his way towards the bar. He narrows his eyes the moment an odd scent softly tickles at his nose. Howl take in a whiff of the queer(strange) scent. It’s like nothing he’s ever smelt before. It’s neither Wolf, or Leech, but it’s as powerful, of course in a different way. He follows the scent. It takes him in the direction he’s already heading anyways, but it leads him to something he’d not expecting. A average built female, who’s sitting at the bar, sipping at a mixture of something that’s a dark amber. Must have been cola and some type of liquor.
He walks over to her and lean against the bar. Julian comes to him in seconds, “What can I get ya, Howl?” he asks as he reaches out and hit his knuckles against Howl’s.
“Can you get me a bottle of your best absinthe?” he answer with a light grin touching his lips. It’s so weird seeing him like this. So happily taking orders from random ass people. If only some of these people could see him with a whip.
“So, Em let you free for a night?”
“Not exactly.” His grin grows.
Julian just laughs and goes to fill his order.
Howl’s face turns to see the females features. She was pleasant to the eyes. A little more fragile than his sisters would ever be. “What do you got there?” he asks, striking up a conversation.