Post by DREAVYN ALEXANDRE HUNTINGTON on Oct 9, 2010 15:05:28 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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At the orphanage, the Huntington twins had an unusual setup. Their father would visit them on occasion, and as Dreavyn grew, so did his animosity towards Joseph. Sometimes he wished the man wouldn’t visit at all, but he knew that Electra loved their time with him, so he would grin and bear it. Well, he would bear it anyway. While his sister may not have noticed, Dre knew that their relationship was peculiar. In fact, he got to hear it from the other boys at the home who didn’t like him because he had a father, spent all of his time with his sister and sometimes things happened around him that no one could explain. This suited Dre just fine, though… he didn’t really want to mix with the orphans. His sister may have had a winning personality, but even at such a young age, Dreavyn didn’t find that he liked other people much. That sentiment was returned in full, it seemed.
When news came of their father’s death, Electra was extremely saddened. Dreavyn, on the other hand, found that he was pissed off – probably far beyond what he should have been. If it was at all possible, Dre hated his father even more now that he was dead. The boy knew that Electra could probably have been adoptable if it wasn’t for him, but Dreavyn was just too angry a child to hide his resentment of other people, even for his sister’s sake.
They were still quite young when Electra suggested to Dreavyn that they try and find out more about their family. Personally, the idea of meeting more people like his father was deplorable, but Dreavyn would do just about anything to appease his sister, who had fallen into a deep depression and withdrawn from society for the most part after their father died. Besides, what were the odds that they would actually find anyone? It seemed unlikely that they would not have met at some point. What they found was actually more interesting than horrifying (it was very little, but most of their relatives were already dead, it seemed, so they didn’t have much to worry about).
When they twins turned eleven, they got a strange visitor. Well, the fact that they had a visitor was strange enough without ever knowing what they were there for. Soon enough, the two were off to school, entering a brand new world. Dreavyn finally felt like what had been missing all his life was there. With magic, he could now explain the strange things that would happen when he was very angry (and he was angry a lot) or scared. Granted, this wasn’t the missing thing that would make him a whole person, but it certainly felt that way. As he entered his teen years, Dreavyn learned to control his anger and act as any other person, learning that he could actually be quite charming when he wanted.
The Huntingtons continued searching through their history, having more to look through now that they were in the magical world. Looking into their history became even more intriguing, and Dreavyn found that he was actually interested in being an active part of the search rather than an only semi-willing participant. The more they learned, the more his thirst for knowledge grew, not only about his past but also about magic in general. The boy’s performance in class increased and he grew to care more about honing his talent than being social. Still, there was a need to keep up some decorum, so Dreavyn let himself continue with his charade. As unrest grows within the Wizarding world, he’s going to need all the friends he can fool.[/ul][/font][/color][/size]
DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/center]OOC NAME: Lee.
AGE: twenty.
EXPERIENCE: several years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
MEMBER TITLE: Slytherin.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Of a few things, Sirius Orion Black was completely and unequivocally sure. First, he was a freaking genius. Ok, so he could admit that his plan to set James up with someone had not yet taken off, but all of the best things came with work, and if he was going to undo a year’s worth of obsession (or maybe more… he tried not to pay too much attention to insanity), it was going to take far more than he was used to doing. Granted, Sirius wasn’t usually the ‘give it your all’ sort, but when something mattered, he would happily put his entire mind to the task (or what parts of it were available to him, anyway), and as we’ve already established, he was a genius, so that meant a lot.
The real accomplishment that he was happy to focus on until he’d nabbed something concrete to move on to was that James was at least appearing to take part in this willingly. Maybe he hadn’t liked Sirius’ first suggestion, but how was he supposed to know that she had an obsession with hair? Every time she’d started talking to Sirius, his mind almost immediately went elsewhere, so it really wasn’t his fault that she couldn’t come up with a decent topic for conversation. Anyway, from there, things could only get better. Sometimes starting at the bottom was a good sign. When you worked your way up, the end result became more fulfilling, and introducing James to an entire array of personalities seemed like something that might be a good idea. (Sirius should really have been more careful, though… his version of good ideas usually turned out to be, well, not very good at all. Ahh, well. At least it was always fun.)
Second, he looked fantastic in almost any situation. If he could, he would marry himself. There was, after all, no way he would remain faithful to anyone else on the planet, but how could you when there was just so much to experience?! Though he would deny it if it ever came up (no… he probably wouldn’t… Sirius didn’t really have much shame, so embarrassment was something he was lucky enough to evade just generally), reluctantly playing ‘dress up’ Lucinda Monroe in her dormitory (he would never tell how he got into the dorms of the seventh year Hufflepuff girls… some things were best kept secret) had been fortuitous in more than one way. Oh, so many more ways…
I digress.
Third, Sirius thoroughly – perhaps to the point of passion – despised the unfortunate creatures known as house elves. For all he cared, every last miserable one of them could be freed and placed on some remote island where they could wear clothes and relieve the rest of the world of the curse that was the house elf. Admittedly, Sirius had a lot of hate in him. He hated Slytherins, pureblood mania, homework, Divination, mustard, his own family, emus… The list really went on forever. Still, house elves were scratching their way to the top of the list one ill-fated encounter after another. They were disgusting little beasts, that much was for certain, and he didn’t understand how respectable wizards could associate themselves with them in any capacity – even to use them as slaves. He could agree that their situation was a sad one, but he had a hard time feeling sorry for them when they were so bloody horrible.
If he was honest, Sirius had a hard time feeling sorry for anyone. He wasn’t the sort of person to moan and groan about his own problems for a reason. Sirius wouldn’t put his grief on another person because he knew that he was mostly incapable of being sympathetic. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; about his close friends, he cared deeply. Sirius would never want to see James or any of them hurting. The boy just really didn’t know how to relay his feelings in an appropriate manner so he usually turned to sarcasm, but someone who was hurting didn’t really take kindly to that sort of response. In general, Sirius just tried to avoid those sorts of situations… at least when people who actually mattered were involved.
His brilliant mood now thoroughly demolished, Sirius said, “You need to put a leash on that bleeding monster,” angrily before rubbing his ear. He didn’t know what the thing had against him, but he was obviously blind. Sirius had excellent posture – a product of his raising along with annoying knowledge of the sort of outdated dances only the very posh would need to know and his tendency to use somewhat good manners when dealing with adults for the first time regardless of his actual intentions – and there was no such thing as a stupid face if it belonged to Sirius Orion Black.
The real accomplishment that he was happy to focus on until he’d nabbed something concrete to move on to was that James was at least appearing to take part in this willingly. Maybe he hadn’t liked Sirius’ first suggestion, but how was he supposed to know that she had an obsession with hair? Every time she’d started talking to Sirius, his mind almost immediately went elsewhere, so it really wasn’t his fault that she couldn’t come up with a decent topic for conversation. Anyway, from there, things could only get better. Sometimes starting at the bottom was a good sign. When you worked your way up, the end result became more fulfilling, and introducing James to an entire array of personalities seemed like something that might be a good idea. (Sirius should really have been more careful, though… his version of good ideas usually turned out to be, well, not very good at all. Ahh, well. At least it was always fun.)
Second, he looked fantastic in almost any situation. If he could, he would marry himself. There was, after all, no way he would remain faithful to anyone else on the planet, but how could you when there was just so much to experience?! Though he would deny it if it ever came up (no… he probably wouldn’t… Sirius didn’t really have much shame, so embarrassment was something he was lucky enough to evade just generally), reluctantly playing ‘dress up’ Lucinda Monroe in her dormitory (he would never tell how he got into the dorms of the seventh year Hufflepuff girls… some things were best kept secret) had been fortuitous in more than one way. Oh, so many more ways…
I digress.
Third, Sirius thoroughly – perhaps to the point of passion – despised the unfortunate creatures known as house elves. For all he cared, every last miserable one of them could be freed and placed on some remote island where they could wear clothes and relieve the rest of the world of the curse that was the house elf. Admittedly, Sirius had a lot of hate in him. He hated Slytherins, pureblood mania, homework, Divination, mustard, his own family, emus… The list really went on forever. Still, house elves were scratching their way to the top of the list one ill-fated encounter after another. They were disgusting little beasts, that much was for certain, and he didn’t understand how respectable wizards could associate themselves with them in any capacity – even to use them as slaves. He could agree that their situation was a sad one, but he had a hard time feeling sorry for them when they were so bloody horrible.
If he was honest, Sirius had a hard time feeling sorry for anyone. He wasn’t the sort of person to moan and groan about his own problems for a reason. Sirius wouldn’t put his grief on another person because he knew that he was mostly incapable of being sympathetic. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; about his close friends, he cared deeply. Sirius would never want to see James or any of them hurting. The boy just really didn’t know how to relay his feelings in an appropriate manner so he usually turned to sarcasm, but someone who was hurting didn’t really take kindly to that sort of response. In general, Sirius just tried to avoid those sorts of situations… at least when people who actually mattered were involved.
His brilliant mood now thoroughly demolished, Sirius said, “You need to put a leash on that bleeding monster,” angrily before rubbing his ear. He didn’t know what the thing had against him, but he was obviously blind. Sirius had excellent posture – a product of his raising along with annoying knowledge of the sort of outdated dances only the very posh would need to know and his tendency to use somewhat good manners when dealing with adults for the first time regardless of his actual intentions – and there was no such thing as a stupid face if it belonged to Sirius Orion Black.
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