Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
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Age: 17
Year: Sixth
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell, and has ignited his rebellious streak; he's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, headstrong, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his gruff demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. He also has some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
Patronus: Griffin
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