Devon Blackwood

[Devon Blackwood]

Character Name: Devon Blackwood
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 27th of April
Year at Hogwarts: 6th

Background:
Devon Blackwood was born in Bridgend, Wales on the 27th of April, 1992 to Tyler Blackwood and Lauren Stiles. His father, Tyler, is a half-blood wizard, and his mother, Lauren, is a Muggle-born. On the year Devon turned three, his parents were accepted for jobs in Gringotts. Since then, their family has lived in London, England. When Dan was ten, his mother gave birth to his younger brother, Perry.

Like every other wizard child in the United Kingdom, Devon received his Hogwarts acceptance letter on the year he turned eleven. Prior to that, he attended a Muggle school in London. Going to Hogwarts was Devon’s first time to be away from his family. His new found freedom made him do things he used to be afraid to do.

It turned out that getting intro trouble in Hogwarts entailed detention. Strangely enough, Devon enjoyed detention because it gave him a sense of having accomplished his mission of grabbing people’s attention. Despite him constantly getting detention and getting into people’s nerves, he still managed to make friends. In fact, he became quite popular among his peers, especially because of his 'rebel without a cause' reputation.

There was one thing that kept Devon from causing trouble and that was Quidditch. He got on his House’s Quidditch tem on his fourth year. He played Chaser and was pretty good at it. On his third year, however, he and a couple other friends nearly set fire to an abandoned classroom one night. Their rule-breaking got Devon kicked out of the Quidditch team. The only way he could get back on the team is to wait for his sixth year and try out again. Determined to get his spot back, Devon is doing his best to stay out of trouble... or he is simply just doing his best not to get caught.

Personality:
Devon has always been the one who loves to joke around and cause a little trouble. He has a short attention span and he easily gets bored. People sometimes find him annoying. However, he can be serious when he needs to be, but that's only under really huge pressure.

He isn't really the type who wants to be popular, and he doesn't understand why many people like him. He likes to be alone and have a few friends, but that's it. He's also the kind of guy who falls for just one girl and doesn't give a rat's arse about any other girl. Devon may be a bit childish and somewhat irritating, but when it comes to a girl, he's a romantic and can even be poetic.

Other people over-reacting or fussing too much is something that really gets in Devon’s nerves. He doesn’t like it when someone makes too much of a big deal of something that could be sorted out without whining. Because of this, he is often taken as insensitive and apathetic. The truth be told, Devon is rather impatient and finds it hard to say something to people with problems.

Devon has a poorly developed sense of style. He doesn’t care much about fashion trends, whether in the Muggle or wizarding world.

Physical Appearance:
Devon Blackwood is 178cm tall and has a lean built. He has blue eyes and naturally blonde hair. He doesn’t like to cut his hair short and likes to wear bangs that sometimes grow past his eyebrows. He also looks a bit younger than his real age. Although many teenagers his age have many skin problems, these are the least of Devon’s worries. His smooth skin is probably one of his best features. When asked what his favourite thing about his appearance is, he would simply smile. When Devon smiles, it’s not only his lips that do the work. His eyes also appear to be smiling.

His usual outfit consists of a plain shirt, faded jeans, his old pair of boots, a tattered jacket, and a random accessory (like a scarf or ski cap) that usually doesn’t do much but clash horribly with everything else.

Once or twice in his life he had been called cute, but his looks are more often than not overlooked because of his mischievous and annoying personality.

Sample Role-play:
Derrick had been working hard all day, as usual. It was a typical day for the diner, and most of the patrons that dropped by everyday showed up and ordered the same old same old. Strangely enough, Derrick never grew tired of it. This was his life, and it wasn't that he knew no better --- there simply wasn't anything more than what he currently had. It was odd for him to think that way, what with working right smack in the outskirts of Upper East Side. Nonetheless, he was never the type who envied, and he was thankful that he could at least have three full meals each day.

It was closing time, and the rain had started to pour hard. Derrick was used to the rain. He was pretty sure everyone else around this area was used to it, too. Still, there were those occasional few who forgot to bring their umbrellas. Luckily, the diner always had a few to spare. He lent the last few umbrellas to some customers who needed them and assured that they would be returned. He was already getting ready to close the diner when someone suddenly came in. Derrick looked up as soon as he heard the door chimes and saw a slender young woman carrying shopping bags --- typical of an Upper East Side socialite. Is she seriously going to eat here? was Derrick's initial thought. He figured it wasn't really strange. He had encountered quite a few customers like this one.

Derrick straightened his shirt and walked over to the girl's table. He noticed from up close that she was totally soaked, and Derrick couldn't help but wonder if it was a good idea to just walk up to rich people when their shopping bags were drenched and they were stuck in a tiny, cramped diner. Derrick cleared his throat and placed the menu on the table. "Hello, ma'am. Anything to eat?" It was perhaps the most polite greeting he could manage. He wasn't a mean person, but he had learned very little about manners and formality. He simply grinned at the girl and hoped he wasn't being insensitive.

Where would you like to be sorted?
1. Ravenclaw
2. Gryffindor
3. Hufflepuff
4. Slytherin

Anything else?

[Jarek Karpov]

Accepted.
You've been sorted to Ravenclaw!