Post by Dylan Aurick on Jul 23, 2016 19:16:24 GMT -6
Dylan Aurick
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-BASICS-
Full Name: Dylan Aurick
Age: 17
Alignment: good/neutral (if there’s a reason worth fighting for)
Blood Status: pureblood
Nationality: Canadian with relatives from India
Sexuality: straight/ bisexual – enjoys the window shopping but never made a purchase
Taken status: Single
-APPEARANCE-
Face Claim (Faces Already Taken): Avan Jogia
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: black
Distinguishing Features: pierced ears, also upper arch of his right ear is pierced. He has a wicked looking scar on his left forearm that he keeps covered up.
-ACADEMIC/PROFESSIONAL HISTORY-
School Year: 7th
Which TWO Houses would you most like to be sorted into, and why? I'd say either Polera or Leona. Both have qualities that work for him
Wand (Random Wand Generator): The wand is made of date wood and has a core of nymph hair. It is 11 and 3/4 inches long and is supple. It is very darkly colored and is elegantly carved.
Pets: a personal great horned owl named Gatsby; not really a pet, but more like a wild friend: a black wolf that lives in the woods behind the school that Dylan calls Midnight.
Other Items: Dylan wears a black and silver ring on his index finger that belonged to his mother’s family. She was one of three sisters, and each of their children were girls. Being the only male heir of the family earned him their family-crested ring. Dylan also wears a pendant with a wolf’s head on a coin around his neck. It had been blessed and charmed by a witch for protection and self-control. Dylan keeps it tucked under his shirt, and only takes it off when he’s gone so many months without changing. (He was informed that he can control the beast most of the time, but the longer he refuses to shapeshift the harder it will become to fight off, so he changes once every three months in a secured location.)
-PERSONALITY-
Overall Personality: Dylan is a rather quiet kid who keeps to himself a lot. He has friends and with them he laughs and jokes around a lot, but most of the time when he meets someone new it’s through Quidditch or hanging out away from school.
You may not think so by looking at him, but he considers himself to be romantic with the ladies. He does find himself attracted to boys sometimes as well but he hasn’t revealed that secret to anyone. He loves music, and has even written poetry on occasion (but no one has ever read it).
-HISTORY-
Hometown: Vancouver, Canada
Family: Dylan’s parents were both Aurors who met on the job. His dad Vikram Aurick attended the Middle Eastern magic school, and his mother Mirlena Charleston attended Hogwarts in the UK. They settled in Canada. Dylan has an older sister named Victoria.
Overall History: Dylan and his sister lived a typical wizard family life. Since both parents were aurors they tried to alternate on their abroad missions. One would go off while the other took a mission closer to home while the kids were young and vice versa. When Dylan got his letter to go to wizard school in Canada like his sister he was pretty well prepared already.
The summer before he was to begin his first year of wizard school while on holiday with his family in the mountains Dylan was attacked by an animal in the woods. He had strayed a little too far in the dark forest while gathering firewood for his dad. He was almost killed, and might have been the creature’s meal if his dad hadn’t come to his rescue. They made an emergency visit to a wizard medic in the area, and blood tests proved that he had contracted the lycanthropy disease. Dylan’s parents had to explain to their children that bogeymen really did exist even in their world. They had known about evil wizards and creatures, but even in the wizard area of Vancouver most creatures like werewolves were still considered myth since no one had ever seen one. Dylan’s parents had made special arrangements with the school nurse and headmaster upon his arrival to school, and as long as he took the prescribed potions (and occasionally spent the night in the hospital wing) he was generally able to keep control.
After two years of being the boy werewolf, a thirteen year old Dylan came face to face with a large black wolf one night while walking through the forest around the school (of course he snuck out). More amazing then the fact that the wolf wasn’t aggressive to him was that he could actually hear thoughts in his head, and after enough visits with the same black wolf did he conclude that this wolf really was communicating with him through some kind of mental connection. Four years later Dylan still doesn’t know how or why beyond the typical theory that it must be his lycanthropic link to the animal.
{OPTIONAL}
Mirror of Erised: He’s not sure yet what he wants to do with his life in the grand scheme of things; he really just wants to get to the bottom of why Midnight, the wolf keeps talking to him.
Boggart: losing control and hurting someone he cares about
Dementor: the night he was attacked and turned into a werewolf
Patronus (Taken List): wolf – running through the forest with Midnight, the feeling of freedom and exhilaration, and belonging
-PLAYER-
Alias: Caleb
Experience: 3 years
Other Characters: this is my first one
Your word of honor that you have read the rules: read and liked
Sample RP: (I’m going to use his worst memory if that’s ok)
The woods looked eerie at this time of night, Dylan thought. He and his family were camping, like they always did before school term began. They had just wrapped up dinner. While his mom and sister were cleaning up, and his dad was preparing the sleeping bags in their tents, it was Dylan’s turn to fetch firewood for the night. They had to use fresh firewood to put an all-night lasting charm on the fire to keep wild animals away while they slept. This was the first time his dad let him go out into the woods alone at night. But he was 11 now, and he was about to start his first year at wizard school. It was time for him to show his dad that he was ready for the responsibility. Besides, there was enough light from the full moon to light up the woods pretty well. Dylan wasn’t very quiet as he went along- singing a bit of his favorite song here, drumming a tree trunk with sticks like they were drumsticks there, and even sword fighting as he came across long, thin sticks. Simply put, he was acting like a kid. He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t hear the silent creature approach, hunched low and stalking.
Until he heard the twig snap behind him….
Dylan’s dark eyes wide with fear, not knowing how strong a scent fear could make, he slowly turned around. His mind didn’t have the chance to make sense of the blur of a dark shape that leaped at him. He was knocked to the ground, the breath rushing out of him, and all he could thing to do was hold out his arm in a feeble defense. White, wet, sharp teeth easily wrapped around his arm, the breath of the creature so foul that it brought tears to Dylan’s eyes. He knew in a heartbeat that the creature was going to snap his arm, and once it did there would be no stopping it from killing, possibly eating him.
“Bombarda!” A flash of red and the force of the explosion knocked the giant creature off of him, the skin on his arm ripping as the teeth left his flesh. Dylan’s hearing was knocked out by the explosion charm, and all he could hear for several moments was a loud piercing ringing noise. His father ran up to him, gathering him in his arms, then quickly pulling him back to look him over. He was shouting at Dylan, but his face looked more scared than angry, but Dylan couldn’t hear what he was saying. All he could make out was his dad waving his arms around, gesturing the campsite which was in surprisingly clear view thanks to the fire that still burned. His dad was pushing him forward, urgently. He understood: the beast was still out there, stunned but not dead. He and his family were still in danger.