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Post by kyedonnor on May 21, 2009 22:06:12 GMT -6
Name: Professor Kye Monighan Donnor
Age: 21
Class: Dueling Club
Personality: Kye is a cheerful, warm person. He loves teenagers - as he was recently one - and forms close relationships with each student. He's easy to trust, and will help anyone in need.
History: Kye was born in Hull, England, but didn't stay there for long. His mother died at child birth, and unable to raise a child due to his grief, Kye's father (Demetri) abandoned his son at an expensive looking orphanage in London. Kye lived there his whole life, nothing really happening. He made a lot of friends, attempted to run away at one point - however he was caught - and successfully burnt down the boys dorm with his friends. They all made it look like an accident. On Kye's seventeenth birthday he ran away from the orphanage, and started his own life in Hogsmeade.
During Kye's seven years at Hogwarts he returned to the orphanage every holiday. This was not his choice.
Experience in RPG: 3-4 Years
RP Example: It was almost midnight when the door to the Hogs Head slowly opened, and a great gust of snowy wind blew into the room. Following the forceful breeze was an averaged height figure, wrapped tightly in a deep - almost black - red traveling cloak. The hood of such cloak was drawn up, so that not even the tip of the figure's nose could be seen. The soft boots made no sound on the cold floor as he entered the building. He had worn the most concealing clothing he could find, in hope to remain unseen by snooty teachers, and nosy prefects.
The figure turned around, his back to the room, and quickly shut the door with a quiet click. When he spun back around, he couldn't see anyone looking at him - not that there were many people in the bar anyway. He couldn't see anyone at the bar - much to his disappointment - so he briskly walked over to a small table in a shady corner. For almost half an hour the boy watched the room, waiting for the right person. But he was getting tired, and slightly cranky, and if he waited any longer he would have to leave and return the next night.
But just as he was about to stand up and go, he suddenly saw a shadow flicker at the bar. Finally, The boy thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. He slowly walked to the bar, and sat down on a rickety stool. He leaned forward, her hood drawing back slightly, and attempted to get the bartender's attention. He would wait as long as she had to to get the information she wanted.
