Post by Tradger Thomas on Dec 5, 2006 3:52:46 GMT
Character's Name: Devon Richards
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearence: Devon has longe brown hair that he tneds to change the style of often. Devon's eyes are a dark chocolate brown and seem to always gleam michiviously. He is tall and pretty strong but not over the top like some and has tan skin. He has a slight stubble but doesn't let it get further than that. He doesn't where the best clothes whether it is his school robes or his street clothes. Mostly second hand things that are tattered and patched in places.
Family History: Devon grew up on a farm where his muggle father grew crops and such. However, with his siblings and his lack of a mother they didn't make much money. Once old enough him and his siblings got jobs to get money. This didn't work out well. The children all either had to quite because of school or got fired because of slack in working. When Devon turned 11 he began getting letters. His father threw them away before young Devon could even get his hands on them. He wasn't sending his son to a boarding school somewhere and losing one of his best workers on the farm. But then Devon's brother Steven began getting them too. They were ignored and thrown away, until Devon and Steven ran from home just a few years back and got themselves a place of their own.
Likes: music, like all guys he likes girls, he really likes magic because it is slightly knew to him but he does know a few spells.
Dislikes: anyone who picks on his younger brother.
Pets: no pet yet
Blood Type: Muggleborn
Sample RP: Devon sat in his flat looking at the few wizarding coins he and Steven still had. He then looked to a partially crumppled up letter. He had stolen the letter form his father's grasp before running. It was to 'Phoenix Hights'. He wasn't sure if this was a good school or not but it was his only hope for him and Steven. If they didn't go their they would soon be thrown out into the streets with nothing but a few knuts. Steven sat in the rickety arm chair of theirs infront of the fire, "C'mon, Devon. We have to find this place." He said through his extremly southern accent. Devon nodded his head, "Get everythin' together and I'll scrape up a few more coins and I'll pay our last rent...any then...we are off the Phoenix Hights."
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearence: Devon has longe brown hair that he tneds to change the style of often. Devon's eyes are a dark chocolate brown and seem to always gleam michiviously. He is tall and pretty strong but not over the top like some and has tan skin. He has a slight stubble but doesn't let it get further than that. He doesn't where the best clothes whether it is his school robes or his street clothes. Mostly second hand things that are tattered and patched in places.
Family History: Devon grew up on a farm where his muggle father grew crops and such. However, with his siblings and his lack of a mother they didn't make much money. Once old enough him and his siblings got jobs to get money. This didn't work out well. The children all either had to quite because of school or got fired because of slack in working. When Devon turned 11 he began getting letters. His father threw them away before young Devon could even get his hands on them. He wasn't sending his son to a boarding school somewhere and losing one of his best workers on the farm. But then Devon's brother Steven began getting them too. They were ignored and thrown away, until Devon and Steven ran from home just a few years back and got themselves a place of their own.
Likes: music, like all guys he likes girls, he really likes magic because it is slightly knew to him but he does know a few spells.
Dislikes: anyone who picks on his younger brother.
Pets: no pet yet
Blood Type: Muggleborn
Sample RP: Devon sat in his flat looking at the few wizarding coins he and Steven still had. He then looked to a partially crumppled up letter. He had stolen the letter form his father's grasp before running. It was to 'Phoenix Hights'. He wasn't sure if this was a good school or not but it was his only hope for him and Steven. If they didn't go their they would soon be thrown out into the streets with nothing but a few knuts. Steven sat in the rickety arm chair of theirs infront of the fire, "C'mon, Devon. We have to find this place." He said through his extremly southern accent. Devon nodded his head, "Get everythin' together and I'll scrape up a few more coins and I'll pay our last rent...any then...we are off the Phoenix Hights."
