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(9/11/05 5:07 am)
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Dean Thomas
Out of Character
Name: Arty
Contact: AIM: WittyKittyU or Drawn In
Previous experience: Wickerknot, Hogwarts 1975, Hogwarts Past, Marauders RP, Sly, Hogwarts: A New Light, Hogwarts: the Beginning,
Codes: Correct - Admin
In Character
Name: Dean Thomas
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Residence: Gryffindor
Year: 7th Year
Blood: Half muggle, half wizard (though this is unknown to him).
Wand: Ebony, 11 inches, core of dragon heartstring.
Appearance: Being taller than one of the tallest boys in the class had its advantages, and more often, disadvantages. Dean was only a slight bit taller than Ron, but that still made him feel horribly out of place most of the time. He had taken a tendency to hunch over, giving him a slight bouncing gait.
Though tall, Deans build was elegant in its balance of wide shoulders and thin bone structure. Somehow he managed to pull off an inelegant elegance. This, of course, wasn’t to say Dean didn’t have his clumsy moments. (In fact, unless he knew a room well, he was known for bumping his head on low hanging objects, low ceilings, or small doorways.) It was just that he’d learned to control most of them by ducking
Skin was a soft, even chocolate in color, as if brushed on. Full lips, the lower tended to give him a pouty look which he found more annoying than anything, but girls seemed to like it. The nose was wide, though not abnormally so, enough to give him a bit more of an ethnic look. Set under heavy eyebrows were thickly lashed eyes, warmly observing ebony. Hair was shorn short, tight pitch curls clinging to his head.
Personality: Having a friend like Seamus, unfortunately, means that attention is an inevitable part of life. Dean has, for the most part, gotten used to the attention that seems to follow Seamus and his puckish nature. All of this isn't to say that occasionally Dean doesn't like his time in the spotlight, merely that he's unused to it.
While generally even tempered, Dean has his bouts of overly emotional outbreaks. Mood swings can be about something as trivial as the way a girl glanced at him to the fact he feels as if he's missing something large at home. Although only his dormmates may be privy to these moments, he is rather self-conscious when they come about and tries his best to hide away.
Dean is the sort of guy who listen to an argument that is completely outrageous and show no opinion as he nods and compliments the other person on having such an opinion. The magical world still holds quite a bit of mystery for Dean, leading him to seem easily impressed. It takes a certain amount of will power not to shout "Cool!" at every floating feather and flying horse-bird hybrid.
History: Dean’s father was a wizard. Of course, Dean’s mother never knew this little fact about him. Not long after their marriage, Josie, Dean’s mother, became pregnant. It was a rather joyous time for the young couple. While Josie had already started planning for more children, having always wanted a big family, her husband had picked up a few nervous habits. He would pace and mumble, and sometimes stare almost longingly at Josie that started to bother her immensely.
Then, only a month after a small wriggling baby boy had been brought into the world, he disappeared. Josie was devastated. She didn’t know how to handle the new baby by herself, and she’d been off on maternity leave, so she wasn’t truly working. A deep anger built up inside of her as she firmly decided, she would never let him come back even if he tried.
A short romance led to another marriage and a promise that Dean would never know about his true father. Soon Josie had her wish of a big family, and Dean didn’t know any different. It was the strange occurrences around the house that Josie started to wonder about.
It started when Dean’s infant sister was wailing, and quite suddenly, she stopped. When Josie ran to tend to her, she found the baby playing with colored balls of light and Dean sitting in the corner, his mouth an “o” of wonderment.
When the owl arrived pecking at the window, Josie’s first reaction was to call pest control. Dean found the bird fascinating, and pointed out the letter tied to its leg. He set about retrieving it before the animal control could get to the bird. The owl proved very tame and rather affectionate. The boy was utterly entranced, but the letter was far more exciting when finally read.
As if finding “Diagon Alley” wasn’t hard enough, now Dean found himself searching for Platform 9 ¾ which was horribly ridiculous. Wandering back and forth between Platforms 9 and 10, Dean was greeted by a rather hyperactive Irish boy, called Seamus. It was him who led Dean to the fake wall. Deciding to be rather safe than sorry, Dean stuck by the other boy, who seemed more than glad to be given a reason to talk.
The Sorting ceremony was as scary as it was exciting, and Dean didn’t know what to think of the narrow eyed Slytherins, or the wide-eyed Hufflepuffs. When the hat shouted Gryffindor, Dean gladly reattached himself to Seamus’ side. He had a feeling Seamus was on of those people he could get along with very well.
It held true enough, wherever Seamus went, Dean was sure to follow, sketchbook in hand. More often than once, Dean had found wonderful actions to portray on the pages of his sketchbook, mostly by the rather…roguish actions taken by his friend.
Preferred house: Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat had initially suggested Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, but decided, with Dean’s prompting, to put him in Gryffindor, where he’d seen the boy he’d sat with on the train go not a few moments prior. He undoubtedly lived up to the idealistic nature of most Gryffindors, but also was extremely loyal, willing to stand up for anybody in danger, whether they were friend or merely an acquaintance. All that mattered to Dean was that was good always triumphed. If the fight was worth fighting, Dean was proud to join in.
Pet: None
Class elective: Care of Magical Creatures
Role play sample:
Head was lain upon the rough bark of the tree, while dark eyes watched the leaves float wistfully in the slight breeze. The sun tingled over exposed skin, leaving him warm and unexplainably content. Eyelids fluttered in the ultimate battle to stay awake, to keep the fluffy edges of sleep far from his already muddled brain.
A slight crack in the darkness flooded light into even the most shadowed corners of his brain. Breath was taken in, almost painfully filling his lungs. A hand brushed a bit of dirt from his left knee, before fingers entwined themselves around a pencil at his side.
The yawn that overtook his lips, stretched wide his mouth, squinting his eyes and crackling his jaw. Knuckles moved to rub fiercely at still heavy eyes. The pink eraser was tapped idly on the graphite dusted page. Gaze again regarded the sketch in its infancy. He'd lost he moment and tried to remember it, pulling his head away from the tree.
A shout distracted him, pulling an unintentional glance up from his sketchbook. Eyes were again assaulted with the ever moving form of Seamus. Merlin knows what he was up to this time, probably the erratic movements he liked to call dancing, but Dean was amused enough to turn the page and capture a few of the positions in skeletal figures with sharp, painfully dark outlines of a body.
Another day, another drawing, Dean's mind mused.
Edited by: RandomPixie at: 9/11/05 6:52 am
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