Post by Dante Riklin on Nov 8, 2007 21:00:23 GMT -5
. Dante Ricklin
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age: 15
gender: Male
other characters: -None So Far-
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nickname(s): Dant (Dante Without "eh" sound)
gender: Male
birthdate: 1980/06/22
age: 17
year: 7
house: Slytherin
financial status: Upper Middle-Class
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eye color: Green
height: 5'9
weight: 153Lbs
other: Scar Down Left Cheek
portrayed by: ?
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dislikes: History class, gryffindor, house cup, noisey people
habits: Chewing toothpicks
general personality:
Dante is a kept to himself kind of person, who usually sits in the back of the class doing what he does quietly, usually chewing on a toohpick as he does this. When he is confronted in the halls or talked to elsewhere, he guesses that people get a ignorant vibe from him because he doesn't exactly put any emotion or thought into what he says... Like he'd rather be somewhere else, doing something else, which he would. When he thinks of his personality he would think of himself as being a person who would not be noticed if hewas there or not, as for if he likes his personality he is un-sure, even after 7 years of trying it... When he is finding himself infactuated with a girl, whether it's in his class or a different grade, he tends to glance at her often when he is given the chance to be un-noticed... And for his temper, which he seems to have mis-placed, not lost, he has found himself un-able to feel hatre towards many people... Not in the way that he's always chipper, but more of a "He can't be bothered" sub-concious attitude towards people..[/SIZE]
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siblings: None
other: -
originally from: Canada, recently re-located to England, now in Hogwarts for past 2 years.
nationality & heritage: Canadian, Poor family branching from England generations back.
general history: Dante was born in Canada, having spent the majority of his life there, only having come to England in the past two years, he holds alot of memories in Canada, but doesn't much care for his heritage there.... When he was in Canada he grew up living in the muggle world the first 7 years of his life, but casually noticing a few odd ends here and there... Either involving his father or himelf, he learned quickly talking of these things would have him shunned or hushed by his parents, so he put them out of his head, until he reached the age of 7. At this time his parents decided to reveal the truth, and after a bit of convincing, he learned and accepted that he was, infact a wizard. By this time he knew he wouldn't be allowed to tell any of his friends this, so instead he just began learning and asking questions of his parents, trying to become the best he could be, even at the young age he was. Unfortuneately it isn't exactly normal to be sitting inside reading all day at the age's 7 through 9, so he was quickly excluded from groupds, and barely retained an average grade point average to pass his 3rd year in school, age 8. After realizing what he was completely interested in his parents had him removed from muggle schooling and began home-schooling him in the art of witchcraft and wizardry.
When he reached the age of 10, he was quite excited about the fact that he was going to be going to a real wizarding school, finally after 3 years of waiting and learing. Upon reaching the school, which was Delyan School of Wizards And Warlocks, he was slightly shocked and distraught, that none of his class mates had studied or otherwise taught themselves much of anything over the intangibles. Realising that he was basically gonna be stuck with half wits, this was the time that his personality he has currently began to grow... Being shunned for being smart seemed to annoy Dante, and made him want to make himself excluded, and thus he did, becomming the background character he is today, he remained at this school for 5 years, learning much less then he intended to, and sharing few friends and no relationships... His parents finally gave him nes that their family was going to return to the country from which their heritage resided, England....
Having reached England he found it very different from Canada, always being a bit warmer, but in a pleasant way he found it... Upon settling in over a long summer, it came time to go to the new wizarding school, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When he arrived at the platform 9 and three quarters, he found it most intrigueing that they'd be going to the school via a train... When he boarded the train he found himself to be one of the earliest on, and claimed a cart to himself... After a bitof time many faces had popped in to see if it was free, seeing him they gave him a look of interest, befor dissapearing again... The entire ride there he read books about english wizarding history, thoroughly dis-enjoying it, although sparking an interest in this Voldemort and Harry Potter character, and adding in a bit of math, he found that Harry Potter was most likely on the same train as him, and within the same age bracket too... Putting it in the back of his head, he learned a bit more befor he arrived for his first year, which went presumedly the same as it did in his previous school, he taught himself, learned more in class's, and was background scenery the rest of the time... Although the biggest difference was that there were always adventures every year so far with that Potter kid and his friends.... He found it amusing to watch them from a far, doing what they did here and there... He was most pleased watching the Tri-wizard tournament over most of the things he seen there... Even if it did end with a student dieing and Potter getting famous... Infamous... Whatever... Finally up-to this year, he is savagely bored of being scenery while Potter goes about doing his fun, specially after hearing that a bunch of teenagers and a evil sorcerer broke into this countries most well-defended place, and then had a minor war between them... This year he has decided to make himself into a visible part of their adventures... By whatever means he can think of...
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status: Single
current relationship:
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pets: A Snow White Horned Owl
quidditch position {if any}: -None
sample rp:
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Riku lay back in the soft blades of grass, his gaze gradually moving to the sky drawing out the clouds shapes with his eye's... After sometime of cloud gazing he found himself bored lying there with the blades of grass tickling the back of his neck, he sat up slowly, taking a slow casual glance around the field... Taking in every detail of it, even as few as their was... His eye's were drawn to a small bird, a budgie he was guessing, hopping acros the field pecking along in the grass, most likely looking for food. As he continued looking around he realized it was very early to be out and about, juding by the position of the sun in the sky that was...
His eye's glinted a misty blue colour as he watched a person beginning to trail their way across the field towards him... He grinned at who it was, his mutual enemy Azura... His black cloak fleeing with the wind against the direction he was walking, he quickly assumed he wasn't coming over to chat as he placed his hand on the hilt of his katana... Slowly he pushed himself off the ground, wiping his hands of grass stains as he got to his feet, he flicked his sword from his own hilt, gripping the handle of the blade following that... "And you would like my friend..?" Grinning at the mans face crunching up as he called him his friend, he drew the handle of his blade, and unsheathed it into a position of it pointing towards the man now opposite him's heart... It glinted in the sunrise slightly... "Let us begin..."
His eye's glinted a misty blue colour as he watched a person beginning to trail their way across the field towards him... He grinned at who it was, his mutual enemy Azura... His black cloak fleeing with the wind against the direction he was walking, he quickly assumed he wasn't coming over to chat as he placed his hand on the hilt of his katana... Slowly he pushed himself off the ground, wiping his hands of grass stains as he got to his feet, he flicked his sword from his own hilt, gripping the handle of the blade following that... "And you would like my friend..?" Grinning at the mans face crunching up as he called him his friend, he drew the handle of his blade, and unsheathed it into a position of it pointing towards the man now opposite him's heart... It glinted in the sunrise slightly... "Let us begin..."