Post by Delwyn Dumbledore on Jul 24, 2010 20:32:56 GMT
DELWYN ARISTIDES DUMBLEDORE.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
[/font]I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknamesDel, Ari
gender Male
playby Mitch Hewer
age 11 .::. September 1st 1984
year first
wand redwood, chimera scale and boomslang venom, 14 1/2, sturdy [/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/COLOR][/font]
eyesDelwyn has blue eyes, and just like his Father, Grandfather, and his Great-Uncle it appears that when he looks you in the eye that he can actually read your very soul. They also have a very 'twinkly' apperance, even as he's dueling.
stature5’4” 120 lbs
tattoos and piercings N/A
distinguishing features
- His percing blue eyes which he only shares with his Grandfather and his Great-Uncle
- A scar on his elbow; Its bright red, and is in random shapes
flaws
- Looking helpless during an asthma attack
- A scar on his elbow from the day his parents were killed
appearance When Delwyn is not in his school uniform he tends to dress himself rather suitably. His favorite outfit is the one in the picture above. He can always be seen wearing his father's wedding ring on a golden chain around his neck.[/size][/li][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.[/COLOR][/font]
- dueling
- Quidditch
- Hogwarts
- Playing Wizard's chess
- Attending DADA classes
- Tales from the beetle and the Bard
dislikes- Death Eaters
- Offspring of Death Eaters
- History of Magic class
- Being told he can't do something
- stuck up rich pricks
boggart Losing his sister and his grandfather to Death
patronus When casting a patronus Delwyn uses the memory of the last time his parents, sister, and Grandfather were together for dinner. It takes the shape of a Siberian Huskey.
mirror of erised When Delwyn stands infront of the mirror of erised Del sees his parents with one hand on his shoulder and a second on his sister's. Behind the four of them he sees Albus, Aberforth with huge grins on their faces and their arms around each other's shoulders. his heart's depest desire is for his family to be together again.
veritaserum Delwyn isn't the type of person that has many secrets, but the main one he has is the fact that he's related to the Headmaster; Albus Dumbledore.
amortentia He absolutely loves the smell that occurs after a good hard downpour. Another one of his Amormentia’s is broom polish, simply because he loves to fly broomsticks. A third one is one he hasn't smelte since he was 5. His mother's perfume.
personality Del is a rather friendly adolescent despite the ordeal he had gone through as a young child. He'd make friends with any one in any house as long as hes sure that they aren't supporters of the Death Eaters or offspring of one.
He's also quite a calm person under pressure aswell. This was one of the things that he inherited from his mother. No matter what the pressure he's under he remains calm. This, however doesn't mean that he doesn't get stressed.
Del is almost always cuddley. If one of his friends are feeling down he'll give them a hug. When hes down one of the easiest ways to cheer him up is to give him a hug and talk to him as you do so. He'll often cuddle up to his sister at night in the Gryffindor Common Room as be starts to fall asleep.
Like his Great-Uncle, Delwyn appears to be semi-intelligent. Although this is probably due to the five years he spent helping his grandfather in his pub. He already knows some hexes and jinxs and can use them to protect himself if he needs to.
He isn't afraid to stand up for whats right and this is the reason why he was sorted into Gryffindor. His vision of right is one where everyone is treated equally no matter weither they're muggleborns, half-bloods, or purebloods and their is no division between the races. He wants to someday play a role in the destruction of Voldemort.
Delwyn is also rather loyal. He'd rather die than betray his family name and his friends. He's completly loyal to the Order of the Pheonix and would never flip over to the Death Eaters, eapecially after what they did to his parents.
He tends to keep himself quite Physically fit as he believes that it will help in some way when he gets to aid the Order in the destruction of Voldemort. Every morning after he wakes up he'll do some sort of physical activity (sit ups, push-ups/press-ups, a run, etc.) just to keep in shape and prepare his body for the battles to come. He also prefers to hang out in groups rather than on his own, not because he doesn't feel safe otherwise but just simply that's the way he has always been. - Death Eaters
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
Orion Dumbledore – dead, killed by Death Eaters
siblings Circe Dumbledore, 15, Gryffindor
pets Beau the barn owl, School
birthplace St.Mungo’s
hometown Godrics hollow (first 5 years) Hogsmeade(5+)
ethnicity what's your character's heritage? what languages, also, does he or she speak (partially or fully)?
blood pureblood
history Delwyn was born eleven years ago to two loving parents who had already had a baby girl by the nickname of CC. Like most newborns all he did was eat,sleep, and poop.
For as long as he could remember his family went on an anual camping trip somewhere nearby. One year, when he was five and playing with his sister, three unmasked people approached his family's campsite. At their arrival his parents called the two of them over. Delwyn was unsure of why this was but didn't challenge them. It wasn't until a man with a hourse-like face pulled out a wand ( which at that point in time Ari refered to as a stick) that his mother told the two of them to run. As they attempted to make their dash to freedom their way was blocked suddenly by the stranger with long bleach blonde hair and very cold, unforgiving, grey eyes. He forced him and his older sister to watch their parents' demise. As he yelled out when his mother's body hit the ground his first magical sign appeared causing the blond man (who's name was Lucias) to let him go as he ran and held his mother as tight as could while tears spilled down his cheeks. He had failed to notice the message that they were meant to give to their grandfather and his brother.
When he had put enough of himself togther again he slid his father's wedding ring off of his father's cold, limp hand before heading off with his sister to look for help. Despite CC's attempts to keep the mood light by telling him about Hogwarts and their great Uncle Albus he couldn't keep his mind from straying back to his parents. After an hour of walking they came across another wizarding family. After many attempts the two traumatized children told them what had happened and begged them to take the two of them to Hogsmeade, which the family did after packing up their own camp.
After they thanked the family and the family had given their condolances, they half ran half walked to their grandfather's pub. When Del was close enough he wrapped his arms around Aberforth's leg, burried his head into it and cried. He cried himself to sleep in his grandfather's chest for a week on end.
When Cicie went off to for her first year at Hogwarts the death of their parents crushed down on his shoulders more than they had before. Especially when his Aunt and Uncle would ask how they were. He was more than happy whenever Cc would be 'home' for the holidays.
He was overjoyed when he recieved his letter of acceptance from Hogwarts
On September first Aberforthe walked him and Circie to school just before the train arrived as there was no point in them going to Kings Cross when they lived a walking distance away from the school. After giving his grandfather and his sister a hug he went over to join the other first years who were going to cross the lake in the boats.
As they crossed the lake his excitement built and he tried to make out the trees that his sister had mentioned but couldn't see much of anything as it was too dark.
When they reached the castle they were given the usual talk about how your house was like your family and that sort of stuff. They were then led into the Great Hall. He couldn't help but admire they magic that went into the Great Hall. Nervousness set in as the Sorting Hat sang its song and the first person was sorted. When his name was called he kept his eyes on the floor not wanting to meet the eyes of the Headmaster, whom he had looked up to since his Grandfather had began to tell him stories about the Headmaster. As he sat with the tatterrd hat on his head he heard its thoughts and wondered if anyone else could hear it. "You've been through a great tragedy for a boy your age, yet it has only made you stronger. Keep a hold of the courage you posses, you may need it. GRYFFINDOR!!"
He hopped off of the chair and as he headed to the cheering Gryffindor table he looked back at the Headmaster and was shocked to see that they had the same eyes. He sat next to his sister that night but kept the Sorting Hat's suggestion to himself. [/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
age 16
experience 2 years in January
password look for it in the rules, bb.
member title 1st year
anything else? nope
sample
A man in his twenties eased himself into his seat behind a mohagany desk that was being smuthered underneath papers covered in many diffrent colored inks in many diffrent scribblings. One bit of parchment stood out from the others though. This bit of parchment had darker spots on it in the shqpe of crude circles as if many tears had fallen upon the lone piece of parchment, yet the only sign of damage to the parchment other than the tear bleaching were the folds that divided it into four quarters.
Sitting infront of the semi-young man was a picture of a man and a woman. The man's arms were wrapped around the woman and both were smiling out at the twenty year old. The woman's name was Nymphadora. She was a metamorphagus just like the twenty year old, and in the picture her hair changed color every day. The man had brown hair flecked with grey and looked to be many years older than the woman in his arms, he was also a werewolf and had three scars on his face caused by his own claws. These two adults were the twenty year old's parents and had died to protect Hogwarts.
The name of the twenty year old was Theodore. He had been named after Nymphador's father who had been killed shortly before he was born for being a muggleborn. Although Theodore was the son of a werewolf he, himself wasnt one, not yet anyways. Today, in honor of his father's birthday, his eyes were the same healthy gold color as his father's. His hair was the same brown that he calculated his fathers had been when he was about his age. After awhile of sitting down he grabbed the tear bleached piece of parchment with shakey hands. He opened it and tears slowly began to roll down his cheeks as he read the only piece of written stuff available to him. This letter had been written to him by his father shortly before he had headed to the battle. Whenever he read the letter he just guessed that his father had known that at some point in time Nymphadora would go and join the battle to protect the man that she loved.
Sitting infront of the semi-young man was a picture of a man and a woman. The man's arms were wrapped around the woman and both were smiling out at the twenty year old. The woman's name was Nymphadora. She was a metamorphagus just like the twenty year old, and in the picture her hair changed color every day. The man had brown hair flecked with grey and looked to be many years older than the woman in his arms, he was also a werewolf and had three scars on his face caused by his own claws. These two adults were the twenty year old's parents and had died to protect Hogwarts.
The name of the twenty year old was Theodore. He had been named after Nymphador's father who had been killed shortly before he was born for being a muggleborn. Although Theodore was the son of a werewolf he, himself wasnt one, not yet anyways. Today, in honor of his father's birthday, his eyes were the same healthy gold color as his father's. His hair was the same brown that he calculated his fathers had been when he was about his age. After awhile of sitting down he grabbed the tear bleached piece of parchment with shakey hands. He opened it and tears slowly began to roll down his cheeks as he read the only piece of written stuff available to him. This letter had been written to him by his father shortly before he had headed to the battle. Whenever he read the letter he just guessed that his father had known that at some point in time Nymphadora would go and join the battle to protect the man that she loved.
Hey there Teddy,
As much as I'd hate for this to happen, even more since your only a couple of weeks old and all, but if your reading this letter it means that your mother and I have departed from this world.
As you would have probably been taught, in 1994 a dark wizard by the name of Voldemort came back to the world after being defeated by your God-father Harry Potter. Your mother and I were part of the resistance set up by Albus Dumbledore. A year later he made his presence known by attacking the department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. In 1997, a couple of weeks after your birth he decided to attack Hogwarts. I decided to go and fight in the battle to help protect you and your mother. I have no idea why your mother joined the battle or even how she died. All I know is that your mother and I love you.
While I'm writing I might as well tell you a bit about myself as your Grandmother would probably skip over me completly. I was a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts durring your God-father's third year at Hogwarts and I quit at the end of the year due to one of my colleagues' slip ups. You see my son, I'm a werewolf and my colleague and one of my best friend's arch enemies told the parents what I was. I was bitten by a werewolf that goes by the name Greyback, for something that your Grandfather on my side if the family did when I was little. I hope that you didn't inherit the werewolf gene from me, my son. Be good for Andromeda. Your mother and I will always be proud to call you our son, I hope you feel proud enough to call us your parents aswell. If you have any more questions about me and your mother ask Harry, Ron Weasley, and Hermiony Granger.
Love,
Your father
Remus Lupin
P.S I've inclosed a picture of your mother and I in hopes that you'll never forget us. Be strong, my son.
As much as I'd hate for this to happen, even more since your only a couple of weeks old and all, but if your reading this letter it means that your mother and I have departed from this world.
As you would have probably been taught, in 1994 a dark wizard by the name of Voldemort came back to the world after being defeated by your God-father Harry Potter. Your mother and I were part of the resistance set up by Albus Dumbledore. A year later he made his presence known by attacking the department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. In 1997, a couple of weeks after your birth he decided to attack Hogwarts. I decided to go and fight in the battle to help protect you and your mother. I have no idea why your mother joined the battle or even how she died. All I know is that your mother and I love you.
While I'm writing I might as well tell you a bit about myself as your Grandmother would probably skip over me completly. I was a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts durring your God-father's third year at Hogwarts and I quit at the end of the year due to one of my colleagues' slip ups. You see my son, I'm a werewolf and my colleague and one of my best friend's arch enemies told the parents what I was. I was bitten by a werewolf that goes by the name Greyback, for something that your Grandfather on my side if the family did when I was little. I hope that you didn't inherit the werewolf gene from me, my son. Be good for Andromeda. Your mother and I will always be proud to call you our son, I hope you feel proud enough to call us your parents aswell. If you have any more questions about me and your mother ask Harry, Ron Weasley, and Hermiony Granger.
Love,
Your father
Remus Lupin
P.S I've inclosed a picture of your mother and I in hopes that you'll never forget us. Be strong, my son.
He looked up from the letter to find the door to his office that he had closed was now open. He hadn't heard the door click open and swiftly wipped away the tears onto his sleeve. How long had they watched him crying like a blubbering idiot? He wiped away his tears again on his sleeve before looking around the office to find out who it was that had gotten into his office. [/quote][/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
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